The Wav.

Lemme tell the tail bout the man with so many feats
He ain't fussin' he brushing off the defeats
He ready wit bars, he ready wit beats, he slip and fall
He steady land on his feet bitch

Put yo hands up

He truly unique
Tunes elite
You say it's absurd surely you heard the word on the street
Get out of ya seat y'all
This shit is a treat
Grab a spoon and fork ya dork bon appetite

Let take a second lemme take it back for em
Discovered he love it he had a knack for it
In fact, I do not lack got a stack of them slaps
Got the pack shook
Know he MacBook and it's packed up
Filled to the brim
Chill when it's great still chill when it's grim
Whining and complaining that don't get you know respect
Ima shine maintain this lil pep in my step, you know
Could you be less toxic?
Used to have to move around UPS boxes
Scratching on my noggin
Gotta get it poppin'
Made up my mind the grind is obnoxious
This the new new take it up a couple notches (Woah)
All the ladies and gentlemen watching
Jeez, please no acting confused
I do this shit with ease the rap thing my use

Listen innocent kid sittin' at Gregory crib
More that we got to jotting them letters the better we did
Is this the right fit? Fair share of days were seems I quit
Young midwest kid and he invested
He been on a quest ain't shit left to question
Meanwhile, I like to wave and smile
Boy making waves off all of the wav files

Lemme me see ya hands, lemme me see ya hands go
Lemme me see ya hands, lemme me see ya hands
Lemme me see ya hands, lemme me see ya hands go
Ima go and get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

Ima go and get it I put that shit on my moms
Tryna be like MJ, the Kobes, and the Lebrons
You gon' have to go and settle for silver or bronze
Trophy medals are golden, tippy top of the totem, I told em
Fear an ounce of my technique
You gon' hear this bouncing clear into next week
All they jaws dropping, naw we not stopping
Naw we not stoppin'