{Verse 1}

Yeah yeah

No one can touch me now

Yeah yeah

No one can touch me now been through ups and downs but studio sessions

Is what I’m up to now, I’m never losing my leverage

It’s getting comfy now having these ugly, foul, bundy vowels

I’m a perfect wordsmith setting fire to your ears like a Turkish burn stick

If I never learned to put words to verses

I’d just be a nervous nerd that’s worthless 

But I turned them purple lights on, and served em germs when the mics on 

I had dreams of looking up at the stars

Just leave on a shuttle with hubble all blase 

Now I live with a trouble above all the hearts

But fuck it I just shove all the stuff in my bars

I’m a college dropout, thought I was headed west

But I went south and everything went south

Self respect is something I left out

Now I’m north and I’m the best out

And don’t take it literally when I say my breath’s foul

My pen was left on a bed next to my head crown

{Verse 2}

Tryna stay afloat, every day or so

All I can think about is spraying notes

And claiming admiration for the way I slam the nation

With my grail pads and paper

This shit freely and easily speaks to me

No time for thievery is the reason he writes so secretly

Enough with the laughing because I’m as speechless as Nas is

That says a lot for a wordsmith but I’ve got enough magic in me

To smoke everyone like we inhabit a chimney 

Used to put rap covers on YouTube got older and thought I’d got a screw loose

I’m either crazy or genius you choose

Due to Bluetooth I’m coocoo

People I hardly know stealing bars from my phone 

Taking a bite out of the apple then spitting it like Carlito

My wrists swish every single time with these bar free throws

My second hand controlled by an expressive man like a car depot

I never kid when I charge these flows, been on fire since I was a kid that’s why I can’t see ghosts