Lyrics Butterscotch - Demmene Syronn

He′s the super duper undisputed holder of the podium
Colorful as foliage and born in the fall
Few could do the music colder than the dude be showing them
Wonderful symposiums he's throwing for ya′ll
Ain't no use to try to poke a pigeonhole in him
He's doper than the opium that′s sold in Nepal
He would goose your grandmother at the corporate Christmas party yelling
"Turn the music up!" and sniffing coke in the stall

He′s cut from the color of his character's clarity
A chest full of jewelry, he carries it carefully
He′ll set a goal and then he'll go until it burn out
And if he lose his way then he gonna formulate a new route

He immature but he smarter than a Sasquatch
Robbed a couple cribs as a kid, keep your pads locked
He′s fully loaded with the odor of funk
Put him in the proper system and he'll blow up your trunk
Pardon, his pompous posture and the ray of his bright glow
Part of his conscious mantra captivates like a light show
He spent a year waiting for legs to catch up
Now he on the elevator whipping pitches out, heads up
He not the type to shuck and jive like a Sambo
Plucking a banjo, cutting up on the dance floor
He paid the price to be this nice with the handle
Now when the highlights play all the fans be like "damn yo"
He gets respect for earning some of his accolades
The rest he done is dirtier than dark web masquerades
He ain′t ashamed, see the stains on his reputation
Made him the man he is, every lesson was educating

He's cut from the color of his character's clarity
A chest full of jewelry, he carries it carefully
He′ll set a goal and then he′ll go until it burn out
And if he lose his way then he gonna formulate a new route