Oh yea I need more of this shit

I'm the king of the forest it's lit

Yeah she like the top of the class so I gave her my valedictorian tip

Yeah they gon Rue the day that I got all my Jules I am on my euphorian shit

All he talking is cap, I don't know how you listen to him and encourage his shit

I'm waiting on riches, I'm tryna see money bags every time I sign documents

I'm waiting on numbers I'm tryna see stats, I'm just tryna see green and a lot of it

I'm waiting on comments from all of the haters, and I know they really mean compliments

I'm waiting to be on the stage, and I'm ready for them to see me as a monument

I don't think they ready

I keep the target on lock and it's steady

Where is my confetti

I'll wrap it up and eat it just like spaghetti

I'm working hard but ion see nothing sweating

They say I'm cheating when I'm spitting like eddy

It's Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, peek the people saying that its petty

This instrumental make me lash out

Yeah these keys unlock ya to the cash-out

Yea this heat will give yo ass stroke, the only thing you hear is lyrics when you pass out

When me and the mic f**g touch it is more than a static shock, I cause a blackout

Hit em with a frog splash then I pin then make that mothafucka tap out