I’m that new wave on the West Coast,
But I ain’t like them “surfs up” bros, (I’m sharp!)
From that gritty, dirty woods up in the East,
*Beep beep* my attitude, get the fuck out my lane,

Move like I can’t be constrained, dangers my middle name,
Take a trip to Austin, power trip through a weird day man,
Hours flip and them O’s do the same ‘till a billion and change,
Ain’t stoppin’ ‘till I gotta shrug off ‘Razzis yellin’ fuck all this fame,

Dame smashin’, grab da loot then it’s an S-Class dashin’,
Messed up Hendrix plus Picasso’s my fashion,
Ashin’ blunts and dabbin’ skunks, askin’ for nothing much,
Rather taking what I want, never front, all my homies takin’ bumps,

All you owe is me a lot, all I gotta say about politics is Fuck Donald Trump,
Want the font nice and pretty for the girls in the stadi’,
Never got a pace ‘cept exponentially, find me upgrading every day, (See!)
Here I go, another level to smash, time to get my pay!

Brought back that rustic like I returned retro,
Pull up in that DeLorean, skrt skirt off doin’ 88,
Got a Coogi, not wit’ the goofys, grab my girls booty (Oh!)
Everyone knows there’s no such thing as a real life Serpico,
x2

Need a million by 26,
Or I’ll be outta healthcare, gettin’ sick,
Welcome to this fucked up place we call the First World,
Most hurl at the first sight of what our country does every night,

Squirreled up in some hovels, digging without shovels,
I always knew that the few at the top feel pressured hot,
Always waiting for that one who will aim, cock and take the shot,
Well bitch, you finally met your maker (Pop!)

Ayeeeee, we don’t fuck around where I’m from,
America is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, people ‘bout to rise like the sea levels are goin’,
Open range on enemies, snipin’ every single adversary,
Pass the sensi, be the sensei, open a dojo, teach everyone how to grow,

My whole life umami, Samurai with potent sativa on my side,
Posted up with the crew, son, mood always a nuisance,
Prose always got nuance and the flow be influenced by phenoms,
Supposed to be a demon, but rather pose with the most High ones,

Brought back that rustic like I returned retro,
Pull up in that DeLorean, skrt skirt off doin’ 88,
Got a Coogi, not wit’ the goofys, grab my girls booty (Oh!)
Everyone knows there’s no such thing as a real life Serpico,
x2

I don’t do shit but this,
I don’t do nothing but make hits,
I don’t do functions, I just skip,
I don’t do fucks ups, I just make it, (Swish!)

I’m from the scenic turnouts, turn around you got junkies and burnouts,
But I turned myself to burnin’ up tracks, arson every record scratch,
Complete the pass, clutch every situation,
Keep it correct, exact like mathematics, I be on,

I’m just tryin’ to make it to the 2k playlist,
Face it, I’m the next up, and you? You’re basic,
Blaze quick to get the cannabis in my veins, get lit and ride off,
I’m like a cyborg mixed with a shaman mixed with Star Wars

Boss of this bass shit, Ace it every time I spit,
Laced with liquors, lye and LSD, I’m in a shift,
Dimensionally, I don’t think this place is for me,
Definitely, I’m going somewhere that shouldn’t exist,

I’m from where ALL we had was hope,
But most let their dreams die like a sinking boat,
So I float on, can’t be modest cause I’m a mouse up against some lions,
Gotta try something smart, cause I ain’t dying without tryin’

Titan in training, Titian in the making,
Vision fit for a caveman tryin’ to enlighten his fellow men,
I’m trying get us out, I’m just trying get us out!
Never doubt, I never do, always plottin’, there’s a constant coup,