Let me start off with the old school...flows,
snap back, backpack, rat-a-tat go,
Swagger at the knapsack,
who know I could rap that,
tell me where the cash at,
I'll tell you where to smash that
Number one hits I got number one flicks
and the number one kicks and the number one chicks
Fast like Gordon
and my jams like Jordan
And my Tims like Hortons
and my jets all aboarding
and my wheels are like a fortune
and it feels like extortion
Is it for the fame, or for the fortune?
Like this, mic this
so I can recite this
people in their basements say that I didn't need to write this,
people say I'm white so I couldn't do it like this,
Checks like nikey let me give you a goodnight kiss,
when I'm a little bit sick of it
listening to bickering,
like picking on a little kid,
like taking all his liquorice
I hate it when littering,
I'd hate to be illiterate
I literally am doing deeds riddling
cheese like Gouda
and my soul like Buddah,
and imma go right through ya,
and I'm so much cooler,
and I dont need Luda to know that I'm the ruler,
and I'm so much cooler,
you should call me Ferris Bueller.