Acts 1.5

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] Might pull up to a party Junya Watanabe, the flow'll body anybody's I am highly prepared for the kind of affairs That superstars gotta embody, need the audience ears I've been slept on, and stepped over, the less noticed Steppin' up to bat like the Mets at a Met Gala That is high fashion, high art, high talk You should notepad or voice memo when I start I might have lost niggas when I stopped to demand mine My record so good, if I lose, about damn time But that'll never happen, every verse is a classic Every word gotta matter 'til every Madison Avenue bus get to playin' Saba The blue line ambassador Could've said green, but that train's too hazardous I'm not phased, nobody's out-rappin' us, it's laughable I should get online, start addin' folks But the list is long, so I won't go down the rabbit hole But know that I make nigga's favorite rappers sound like average Joes And the beat is by the actual G.O.A.T Y'all get so caught up on hype, y'all gave the Grammy out to— I belong here, don't confuse me if you had it wrong Comparin' me is like comparin' Mike to José Calderón This Pivot Gang, I'm never out alone You signed the same deal you could've got in school if you took out a loan I'm Al Capone fresh out the womb, I'm 'bout to fuck the street up Mike Tyson a microphone, I'm 'bout to fuck the beat up The only nigga that is stoppin' me is Jesus My God black, his afro like velcro My car black, the climate changed, Al Gore I'm 'Bron headed to Akron, I'm goin' back home That's where they hop out in traffic without a mask on And get you for everything that you have on But I move off of love, not fear Still wish a nigga would-y, like Buzz Lightyear I done bubbled up and caught a buzz like beer Buildin' this, swear you would think it was IKEA I'ma tell you how it really was, my dear 'Cause I'm afraid that it ain't really nothin' I fear