[Intro: Anderson .Paak]
And if it wasn't me, then who could ever?
No comparisons bitch, you could never
Say, "But fuck it, I'm retired," ho, that's my gift to you
Don't ask me what's next
Don't ask me what I'm getting into
Thirty-thousand
Say, "If it wasn't me, then who could ever?"
No comparisons bitch, you could never
Hey, but fuck it, I'm retired, ho
That'd be my gift to you
[Verse: Jonwayne]
Rode my bike around Hacienda Heights
Moved my ass to La Habra, started eating mics
Dropped the record and stay up in thirty Hyatts
'Cause the kid shoot the shit like a high fiber diet
I'm not the the type to wyle out but I'm a riot
I'mma ride it like a coattail, write it like a sales quote
Rhyme book flames, Dhalsim strain, Zangief grip upon the game
Just saying your boy's Super
Got that stupid that'll smack you out your Supra
Anyone in earshot the neck is like a tuba
And if you gouda, I can grant your wishes
Or else you get a bag of dirty J. Cole for Christmas
I'm up to bat, my hands are riddled with these blisters
They ain't trying to see me like a stack of dirty dishes
By the way, it seems my word been missing
I've been chomping on Chipotle and fuckin' a purty mistress
Living the life as far as I am concerned
Dropped a ton like Wile E. Coyote on birds
If you think that I'm retired, you ain't know in the third
You can make like Miss Muffet, eat a dick with some curds
Speakin' regal see 'em fleein' when they hear my beacon
Feeling like a bag of leaves when I get to steeping
Feeling like a f–kin' G when I get the bleep in
I'm on my private eye steeze when I get to creepin'
While you fake acts change your name with every season
My flame has been the same, I run the torch in every region
When I'm grieving I stay up writing these masterpieces
They want a piece but stop leeching, son, and get back to teaching
Why you think I grabbed the mic for? To start MC'ing
'Cause if you wanna look cool, sure, I can stuff you in the freezer
Save your time, space, and breath, the message is yes
If you don't got that heat you best done hop up out the kitchen
I'll boil you and your carrots up in that pot you piss in
If you don't stop me I'll keep going on just like a piston
Bring your boys and bitches, lemme paint this picture
I've been ill since DOOM was eating rap-snitch-knishes
And I'ma keep it thirty-thousand like my HP
Boss battle flow, I'm a legend for all eternity
Yeah, I'm a mortal though, I will die eventually
But don't get it twisted, you can spin me on a thirty-three
[Outro: Jonwayne]
Thirty-three and a third
'Cause I'm gon' s–
'Cause I'm gonna speak
Thirty-three and a third
And I may just speak until I'm heard, word
Wayniac
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