Old School Flow

[Intro] Let me start off with the old school flow [Verse 1] Let me start off with the old school flow 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 the smash at Number one hits, I got number one flicks And the number one kicks and number one chicks Fast like Gordon and my jams like Jordan And my Tims like Hortons and my jets all aboarded in 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 re-sight this People in their basements say that I didn't write this People say I'm white so I couldn't do it like this Checks like Nike. let me give you a good night kiss Well I'm a little bit sick of it, listening to bickering Like picking on a little kid, like taking all his licorice I hate it when they littering, I hate to be illiterate I literally am doing deeds, riddling Cheese like Gouda and my soul like Buddha And I'mma go right through you and I'm so much cooler And I don't need Luda To know that I'm the ruler a And I'm, so much cooler You should call me Ferris Bueller