Intro:
Once again, once again - haha
Time to show 'em what we workin' with
Uh, uh

Verse 1:
I said it's on, BDE, my manhood nothin' meager
Makin' sure QC to Hollywood they heard me eager
A kid inspired by Memph Bleek, I've scribed to techniques
Dropped jewels since Light Scribe CDs in my HP PC
Without worry my verse ignites fists of fury
I’m tryna get green from this sauce like chimichurri
They say I’m freaky as clowns, must mean “I’m comin with IT”
When I kill this beat no unsolved mystery you know "who did it"
This new class got some vocal rabies
They talkin’ bout givin’ chicken heads throat babies?
Well I ain't no Einstein either, but these fuck bois can get ethered
I'm a reverse windmill next to their layup JV
I'ma diss factory, ain't need no DVDs of Smack
Y'all gone on far too long like a Young Thug contract
Star with bars layin' deep in the cut like light sabers
Ice cold flows bundle up with five layers

Hook:
Time to lay it out I got a date with destiny
Rise to the occasion: paranormal telepathy
This for the OGs reppin' Pete, in the pit or nosebleeds
We steppin' out - I'm givin' y'all the best of me
No doubt scout I got a date with destiny
Man on a mission, so smooth we velvety
We gon' cruise down the block, when you hear my speakers knock
I ain't the ice cream truck, but check the recipe

Verse 2:
Stayin' sharp on the tip like cacti, how it all goes
Quicker on my feet than a pair of Rainbows
Nothing new kid, my peak unseen like Durango
Been Wurth since before Hov told hos to Change Clothes
Remain short changed like Shacarri for the stonies
I crash your tour let this be your sign, Allez Opi Omi
In a world of copy cats I’m comfy having my own style
You couldn't find their essence if you strapped it with a Tile
I mean harder to find than Waldo in a candy cane factory
Sketchier than Air BnBs I been at
Dick riders pole vaultin' my stick, pathetic
They trying to check the range of this Maverick, no JJ Redick
Talkin' all tough, but with workshops mini size
I can squeeze hammers and I ain’t the most handy guy
I got that bulletproof funk, the type to make your soul perspire
No surprise yo, did caveman make fire?