[Intro] Here’s the intro, I been so mental Sitting while I trip off the tip of the pencil Writtens and thoughts mix, sticking thick to my temple Spin the track, begin spitting to the instrumental [Verse 1] Lyrically, I’m tight as fuck Like a catholic school-girl who reads the bible too much Whatever, raps and caths’, I’ve fucked em both Forever, ass and staffs, I love em both Either way, man, I’m all up in the cut Neither heal, and if they bleedin then I’m all up in the butt Easy money and the women, yeah I’m falling for these sluts Looking for a mixed bitch, like calling for your mutt Got some lip tricks, leave 'em sprawling from the touch I need to slow down ‘fore the stick gets stuck like stalling from the clutch Ballings not enough, I need to rule the world Right after I rule your girl Get a room for a whirl, leave her jeweled in pearls Necklace, you can bet I’m gone before breakfast Got a life checklist, at the top: living reckless Yes, kinda dumb, nah I’m not tryna die young But I’m not tryna grow old without almost dieing I’m close to rising, if I fall then I was almost flying Boasts and lying till I make it, then its all toasts and buying Coasts and dining, wrapped all in coats with lining Is this why I’m rhyming? Nah, I do it cause need to I got food, but my mind needs to feed too Losing time and money, who knows if I will recoup All that won’t stop me from rhyming funny when the beat loop A freshman on the scene, but I’m acting like a senior Nah, I’m the professor teaching lessons at my leisure You can tell from my demeanor that I’m eager with a fever Yeah I’m sick, I go crazy, I go seizure Top achiever, charts and hearts, I’m down for ruling either You’re a Brute, I’m on point times 23: Julius Ceasar Cleaver, cutting rugs up with Adidas, nice to meet ya I’m J5 Oh, got no rivals, type no typos Write so fat its psycho, but my wallet still on lipo That ain't right though, I go fight for night shows Those tight hoes, bright lights and tight clothes Haha, yeah, welcome to my fantasy At the crossroads of vanity and insanity Plan to be fans of me, dancing, chanting my profanities Damn I’m hotter than a candle be, I’m the man to beat, you can’t handle me Please I’m the hero, I’m the heartthrob, I’m the chosen I’m the leader, I’m a keeper, I’m the movement, I’m the motion Need promotion. Yeah I got that monstrous confidence Real explosion. Man my eyes wide, bright like phosphorus 5 Oh, though no copper, I’m coppin shit Horny like a rhinocerous, I need a girl that is top-a-less At college she gets crazy cause her mommies a bitch Ass to make the dead rise, zombie, in Abercrombie and Fitch Hate to ditch, I enjoyed spending time, but girl, duty calls She’s looking for a boyfriend, I’m just looking for a booty call Truly yall cuties all hit me up when the song ends If you can’t see that I’m major then you got the wrong lens Put on them glasses, I’ve a passion for smashin asses and classy girls with assets in classes Fact is I’m passin the masses, hiding from flashes up where the hydrogen gas is Higher then nasa, challenge me to land? Columbia disastrous Blastin off, I’m acting tough, Houston whats my status? Come be an asshole astronaut’s mattress Girl your man lame, I’m handsome, he hand came Dame break out the champagne, make out with a little hand game Flames, I’ll drain the bottle, don’t break that shit on ships Christen this, ya boy up out his chrysalis Listen bitch, you up on my chick hit list, and I won’t stop till I finish it No way diminish this, dudes all you can do is wish I quit Spin the disk, I’m dizzy getting busy on these records Finna spit in perfect harmony, but really wreck chords Leave the cleff broken, kinda like when I wreck whores If you’re married to the music then I’m fucking your Stepford Step forth, I’m coming next, I come correct, fully erect I’m hard, so there are a few soft metals I must collect I must get wet, hot haters, you can fuck me Seems like I do work but I never get lucky Everyone says I need a backup incase I don’t succeed Fuck it, the morning after is the only time I need a plan b

[Hook] This is what I like, this is what I like Nights feeling light and my hand on a mic This is what I like, this what I like Nights feeling light and my hand on a mic This is what I like, this is what I like Nights feeling light and my hand on a mic This is what I like, this what I like Nights feeling light and my hand on a mic [Verse 1] Well, if your ear is a bacteria then I am penicillin Invade your membrane and leave what pens instillin' Still in college, but my mind has been fillin' With knowledge learned mostly outside of school buildings Feeling kinda like I just been wasting my time But my mind feels right when I’m chasing a rhyme Case in point, I ace this joint, but do I try? Hell no While these lines are well grown from rhymes in my cell phone Elbow to my wrist, yeah I spell poems with a flick In my zone when my lips kick, yeah it’s well known that I’m quick Feeling light for the night with mic in my right And a drink in my left, said I think this is the best Look, I do some shit that could land me in a cell But really I’m just tryna win more grammys than Adele I bring the fire like Zipps', Bics and lit wicks I clutch the mic like chicks grip dicks [Hook] [Verse 2] Rhymes I’ll drop a hundred on you, full tilt, major game 7’1’’ ego yeah I’m rap’s Wilt Chamberlain Couldn’t Russell up the defense now you're in danger mayne I could hustle up from three cents, still do stranger thangs Bed twenty-thousand women ‘fore the day I’m done I said plenty bout em linens, yeah they're sprayed with cum Face is numb, yeah I made them lips quiver some Face it: spitting rhymes or game I got a silver tongue Best of a generation, I generate elevation Elevator elation, I’m going up relocation Reload the station, J5 in every tray in every nation Patience, don’t have it, grab at every creation Vibration down my spine, ovation when I rhyme I’m chasing stimulation, dilation in the eye It’s just the IntrOh, you tryna date my days? Bitch I’ll be around for 8 sideways [Hook]

[Verse 1] I’m taking it back to an older era When they were kicking it oh so clever You need me like aloe vera in the sahara Keeping you alive like a hobo’s sweater Predator, editor, not your average competitor When’s better? A wrecka', now or later, I crush shit whenever On the regular, whatever the weather I gotta make it rain, a shot of vodka for you pain I’m hopping on the stage, and dropping hot stuff on the page Lyics Fat Man, I drop bombs No tom-foolery they’re realer than Saddam’s Some Don jewelry, that’s all she got on Hop on, or walk off You want the sweet? Bitch it's all about the savory White meat, tell the chef that its praiseworthy Ooh mommy, that’s some umami Did I come prepared? I got a few on me [Verse 2] I dropped a set again while meddelin' with medicine Jettison the lead my friend I’ll kick it from my head again Instead of letting tests, mess my zen, like estrogen If my mind is jetting, I think with my meat-stick, venison I’m genuine, the gentleman in the midnight cipher Always behind bars like a consecutive lifer Executive life has a price, no recycling, I’ll go green Stack dough with a pro team, we just bulking up, protein I’m so clean, this just the come-up like a blow scene A wet dream, its all about the C.R.E.A.M. like I was fourteen But now its four tens, they each got four friends That’s a lotta skins, each loses their importance Girl tryna dead me? I gotta ‘nother couple hitting me Go ahead, call me names, I’m a motherfucker literally She said, “oh please, be my friend” that mom was fuckable I said “I’ll be you OB/GYN,” you Mrs. Huxtable [Verse 3] I love getting stupid, cause I’m so damn intelligent You say you twisted, well I’m getting hella bent Uhhhh I’m better sober cause I practice drugged At this club, I’ll shake your world, as if Atlas shrugged Fat ass attributes, I spot it if you got em Shorts are too long if I can’t see your pockets out the bottom Boy friend? Don’t care, don’t act like lockets are a problem I’ll have that leaf coming off like a tree out in autumn I’m awesome, I’m bossin' often I’m under pressure, gassing, on my way to stardom I’m far from, where I need to be But recently, I’ve been moving speedily Ceaselessly, sowing words together seamlessly Hope to be talking to some B.I.G. fellas vis a vis Kick it, lets get this party started Bullshittin till I’m dearly departed I’m gunning like an army with bullets A smarty on a pulpit, I just wanna (party and bullshit)

[Verse 1] Is college about thinking, working and learning? Or a collage of drinking, flirting and yearning? Mirage, blink, already the calendars turning Building for my future, I’m just tryna enjoy the during They’re all just stupid numbers but “you gotta get good grades” Who's got tumblers? Pour me a vodka Gatorade Stop and drop your bank roll, just tryna get paid? Fuck being a doctor, I’m just tryna get laid Decisions rash? Nah, I know I'll never finish last I could still pass if I went to class trashed Prof thought he taught em what they asked But I found the answer at the bottom of a glass Some can't pull it off, its like there’s three of me 3 - 9 that’s my GPA and my BAC Fuck Rose, pour four shots in the O.J Pour four more cups, lets get drunk for the whole day Lets roll jays, of course the entrée to our liquid Spliffin in Air Force Ones, getting presidential lifted Residential Assistant? is you buggin? Damn The only R.A. I listen to is the Rugged Man A degree is needed for life to go smoothly? I agree, but shove it down my throat, you tend to lose me Telling me to get a good nights sleep to soothe me Truthfully? Just get me floozies and booze me Already drunk when we came to the pre-game Guess we rename it the pre-pre-game Drinking formulas like it’s a race, grand prix mayne Damn I’m gettin crazy, not even tryna seem sane Drink like you dehydrated, I ain't wasting drips Ugh, I’m getting wasted bitch Straight or mixed I’m tasting this Chasin shots cause I ain't got no patience, shit Enough preparation, lets party in frat basements Or wherever they be hiding that treasure Cause we’ve been drinking like forever and ever Now its time to endeavor for carnal pleasure Pressure time, no more time for leisure Head out to the get out Bitches wearing red out Hungry for flesh and must be fed now Looking fresh, while all the guys head scout Party bumping, now till after when its past the night Plastered party master, if no invite we're crashing aight Flashing lights, ass in tights, passing hash and grass in pipes Smashing for bragging rights, girls with class are half the hype I’m asking where the flask is right, I’m grabbing when a glass in sight Get em laughing, like damn, I’m dashing right Uhh, I want a girl in some tight jeans Fat ass, but still looking quite lean A slight teen, a night queen Guessing what her look might mean Romance on the dance floor Girl what you wearing pants for Liftin up my shirt like she ain't seen a man in years Well she's sipping on the six pack but we still need some beers Get a drink and shes vanished, as speedy as she appeared Damn Thinking in slomo, yup Sink a couple solo cups Drink a couple solo cups A wink, show you a pro go tough Tell me I’m loco, well un poco, but my mojos up Bro I showed up single, so I'm not trying to leave solo, nuh Spot a couple fuckable chicks Or is it one? I’m seeing double that’s the trouble with this Yes, Im restless and breathless Girl squealing sex, like her breasts and her necklace Refreshments got me feeling reckless Her dress asking “hey you wanna wreck this?” Yes bitch, its implicit Tellin me she like my lyrics and she major in physics Girl, really I’m just trying to elicit illicit visits And be complying with a Ms.’ vicious wishes Delicious, leave with stories explicit Lets just start with kisses and see where we finish Well shes telling me something but it don’t register as English Wake up and I’m clueless like What the fuck’d I do last night

[Hook] Oh, Crazy all the time Crazy all the time Can't control my mind Crazy all the time Crazy all the time Can't control my mind Crazy all the time Can't control my mind [Verse 1] I’ve thinking that maybe I’m crazy Lately been lazy, memory hazy Reveries daily, ‘bout every lady Know that I’m great but not sure what my fate be I’m too high so you know where the shades be But then I’m too low, fuck you J, I hate me What the way be, I can’t find the path Less traveled, guess I’m baffled and I’m still on my ass Still in my skull, unraveled grey matter Fill till its full then the thoughts stray, scatter Had a plan, understand, drew the whole blueprint Then I tossed it and I lost it, grew a whole new tint [Hook] [Verse 2] Got so many hopes, got so many dreams Got so many doubts, man I’m splitting at the seams Quitting and it seems, I been my own worst enemy Dented mental chemistry, a tendency towards entropy Presently looking for the remedy, the zen the key Find it in the music cause the melody’s a friend of me Grind it ‘fore I lose it cause my mind is pouring muses And I’m primed when there’s a screw loose, yes the rhymes have many uses No more excuses, gimmie bruises and contusions And if I get too hurt, I know where the booze is Truth is, though, I’m banking on success Call me crazy, to be frank, I expect nothing less [Hook] [Verse 3] Yes, light the blue flame, game on fire, I’m butane Left, right, skew brain, I’m deranged or I’m too sane I’m nervous cause the system doesn’t always like new thangs If they did map every synapse, couldn’t find what goes through me Take action, potential, I must transmit cause I got it I might be crazy, but if I don’t make it then yall are neurotic [Hook]

A-yo I’m trying to B great I’m trying to C weight Slated for the hall of fame like D-Wade Watch me schmooze with Hebrews on E! News Like damn, this man got so many F-in G’s Either grams or grands Grammys with standing ovations, just hand me the keys Hands: Put your H together for I, hi fans, here’s my acceptance speech You’re not there yet J, its K, we can go for an L-cruise Smell smoke and get well boozed Raps, can tell who really listens to them Sound waves have no color so no callin me M Always pointed towards N, cause my dick is magnetic O now you wanna be friends? bitch that shit is pathetic Spit it alphabetic, I’m the best, nah, not yet But this shit is prophetic I’ll P on your face, son keep ya feet in the race Ya chasin, but your girls gotta faster pace Don’t believe her if she say she just felt the tip 5 put the tip to the felt, and let the shot rip: Pool Q. I school dudes, here’s the lesson R ya ready? No questions, already ended the session Freshen up, girl, and S my balls, that’s free But not my tickets when I’m running through your city like the T U want to pay me for getting crowds hyped like Ibiza? No visa, I take V-cards, check please, nice to meet ya Stars out, get the hubble dude, what, ya tryna sleep? My skill is W. Got that X-factor so Y woulda guy Z?

[Verse 1] Young bastard, tongue got it mastered Sip fast, and mack when I’m plastered Sit back, gotta hundred on the dashboard Whip lash, but hunny this ain't nascar After the cash, the rap, the laughter Life is a test and I don’t have any flashcards That’s hard, but I wouldn’t study anyway That’s hard? Yeah I use my blood in many ways Every day, on my grind, still only semi-paid On my rhyme, on my way to be plenty-paid Mind is never empty, thoughts more than heavy than a penny weigh Demi god, cleva' prod' is barely twenty age Ask me what I actually be stacking in the factory I’m packing up the rapping till the bragging’s satisfactory Factual, J capitol 5 Oh, watch flow go national Ayo [Hook] Tell me that I don’t have rhymes, that I don’t have game, that I don’t get high Tell me that I don’t get wild, that I’m not the mayne, that I don’t stay fly You can tell what you want, what you want want You can tell what you want, what you want want You can tell what you want, what you want, but know that its all lies [Verse 2] Habit forming habitat, I after that, the aftermath Glasses and the ashes till the whole world flashes black Mic? Pass me that, I got the magic raspy rap Fuck your job; gimmie ass and gimmie rapper tats Nuh, my mind isn’t fine with a normal life Huh, a nine to five and a formal wife? Do you have to trade passion for comfort? New action, to knowing who will cum first? One squirt, sleep, and its back to the dumb work Wake up in time, wait nine for a son’s birth Nah, leave my mark on the world or destroy it Piss on the pearly gates, and call it anointed The point is, I’m disjointed, it’s pointless High life or no life, destined for disappointment Yeah, they say that living fast will kill you quick But answer this: is a bland existence cancerous? [Bridge] Rhymes that are fat You know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat You know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat You know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat You know that I’ve got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I’ve got that [Hook] [Verse 3] Only thing fake is the ID Real mu’fucka since days of High-C Eyes be locked in right where the prize be Try me? Why G? End up with an IV I’m killing kids like I was spermicidal I’m feelin sick, you could say the germ is vital All the doctors in the world couldn’t manage me It’s ok, cause I plan to be damaged see Stand in the rain, man the pain, no canopy A vandal to handles, bring bottles and cans to me Handed three sandals, see, cause I got a three legs What the third looking for? God damn, these eggs Fat ass, order fries, skinny waist with them porter thighs Those are lies, no way you only like older guys It’s the young bastard, girl you need a new toy I’m coming on the scene tell Rhianna I’m a rude boy [Hook]

[Hook] Coming down. I’m coming down, I’m coming down Coming down. I’m coming down, I’m coming down Coming down. I’m coming down, I’m coming down Coming down. I’m coming down, I’m coming down But I gotta stay up, yeah, I gotta stay up But I gotta stay up, yeah, I gotta stay up So I drown it down, yeah I drown it down So I drown it down, yeah I drown it down [Verse 1] I was fucked up earlier, now I’m coming down Stopped watchin the watch, but it’s coming round Another round is just what I need Drown it down, yes please People come and go, but the buzz never leaves Because I weave, in love with the eve Feeding my desire with the liquid and the fire Leaving behind my mind, but I’m feeling so inspired Like this could be the time that I tread on the wire Head is spacey, I don’t know what I’ve been chasing But the life that I’m chasing, got me right and racing Right to bottom, or right to the top Guess I won’t know till the whole fight stop But whole night rock, and strobe lights shock And the poll might pop, when the hoe’s height drop We can get hot, bring the kindling Tingling, it’s a mixer, drugs are mingling Single, you got some friends for this Yuengling? I need the zing it brings, if the fling is dwindling Got me ringing, ding-a-ling I’ll answer, we all been through things Ugh, Feels like im slippin through my head Tripping on the edge and slowly dripping off the ledge Loosen up my hat cause my brain is expanding Don’t wanna come down cause there’s pain in the landing [Hook] [Verse 2] Feeling number now, yeah I’m dumber now I wonder how thunder sounds six feet under a thunder cloud Real question on my mind is girl can I get your number now Or we can skip digging digits and just get to the loving now Summer's how I feel, from my tummy to my heels But my head feeling like winter, splintered iceicles and chill Yeah it's real, yeah I’m ill, but I’m self medicating Meditating on the fact, no regulating how I act I’m stating the obvious, I’m obviously trashed But you laugh, so I laugh too I can put you on your front and your back too Hell yeah I’ll go down if I have to I’m that dude Why you leaving with me? I’m that dude Why you leaving with me? I’m that dude Why you leaving with me? I’m that dude Why you leaving with me? I’m that dude [Hook]

[Hook] Raps I’m an addict man If you’ve got the mic, then I have ta stand Cruise slow, bass up, windows down, this a traffic jam Bass up, windows down, this a traffic jam Yeah raps I’m an addict man If you’ve got the mic, then I have ta stand Cruise slow, bass up, windows down, this a traffic jam Bass up, windows down, this a traffic jam [Verse 1: J5 Oh] Technical rhyming impeccable, best with incredible, flexible, legibles Plentiful, epochal, pressing the decibels Sentinel's retinals skeptical of the spectacle Say I’m not seminal and get hit with a testicle Yeah, that’s balls to the face Come back when your sac falls into place I’m all in the race when the key turns right Pedal to the floor yeah the sneakers white Ticket picked, shoes laced so Mike me Likely to be sitting in the Garden with Spike Lee Nike, I just do it, I’m a wonder, fantastic You don’t like me: you don’t understand rap bitch Practice makes perfect, so why ain't that my Momma’s name? Ha, balling and calling shots, call that Obama game Been taking time making sure my shit stay popping Now you can stop asking when the mixtape dropping [Hook] [Verse 2: Wex] I ain't got swag, and I don't need it They play it cause I say it, ain't got to be repeated But he got to be conceited way he rock the beat the meanest Would he cop discreet from cleaners? Nah, he screened it like it's Zenith So that's a special showing, and I'm the best at flowing And when it gets to going you could say the nest is growing Piece by piece, how I reach my beats You just cease thy lease and then leach guy meats See you a dick sucker, and I'm a bitch bucker I book a slut and hook it up, like a hitch trucker I'm Chris Tucker, way you rush (h)our tactics And stand like Jackie Chan, fuck yall backflips Bumper to bumper, we crowded like in Pakistan I'm front and center, you just shrouded in the back again Fine and white like powder in the packet fam I slam, god damn, it's a traffic jam [Hook] [Verse 3: J5 Oh] Competition got em panicking, frozen like a mannequin in Flannigans Deadly with the metal in hand, like I’m Annikan Damn, success, you can’t force it, young padawon Fuck that I’m gone, I’ll bust in with an atom bomb I’m on; I’ll create more life than Adam’s dong Every eve I’m freeing from my ribs and even badder song Truth is, I’m ruthless, go nuke where the booth is The youth who’s the smoothest, fresh and clean like the blue Crest Fly like the blue jets, with some dudes, yes my crews best NY ball like the new Nets, more animal than a zoo gets I’ll be high with a Jewess and a Brazilian girl who debuts Guess Whoa… replay button's there, it’ll be fine if you do press

[Verse 1] All I’ve wanted to do recently is rap and act indecently A piece of me always with the tracks and the frequencies At times my eyes are open but I’m passing life sleepily Close my lids and see a half-man, half-deity You can laugh now, but truth be told I’ll be spitting till I’ve got studios making booty calls California river cause the flow gold now Will they still be doubting when the shows sold out? How come every white suburbanite try to rap today? Dunno, all I know is I’m the tightest pale cat who plays Dope? You ain't Coke boy, you just Shasta Call me Morgan, I’m the captain, and you’re not on the roster Make music with no head or heart? You’re just conforming I’ll storm in and perform an abortion on your organ- On top, I’ve got substance, no matter the category Fucking 16s so hard, call it statutory Stack 'em for me, three way, call it 48 You can’t solve me by then, so you snore and hate? I'm the answer, but you fear to ask me It's clear you’re tacky, like Nasir I’m nasty [Hook] Right now I’m too normal, to make myself proud of me So I’ve got an alter ego who’s ego alters reality Lawyer? Docter? Mutation: next future Kryptonite, world domination: Lex Luther [Verse 2] Everyday I’m just a little more fresh I’m not the devil but I fiddle with the best Impressed? I never sold my soul, forever golden though Clever with the olden flow, emperor with a Roman goal Already great, it’s still important that I strive so If I can’t be Jordan I’ll be 5 Oh 3 – 0, Len Bias if he hadn’t died Bright glow in the iris, flyness, and a patent stride I take checks, and break necks with tape decks Got great specs, what I make wrecks, yes the cake’s next Can’t say that a diss hurt, when I’m all up in the dessert, bakin' Still about that breakfast, cause I gotta have my bacon Cracking tracks like eggs, let the yolk drip down Huh, everything that I spoke hip now? I wrote this down, the notes and nouns Now I got towns quoting sounds Damn girl drop it low Bass that’d stop the show Pre ’65 silver, ain't no copper dough I went from three 5s to an 8, now a 13 frequents I’d say it follows like the Fibonacci sequence Cold and flashy, like Dippin' Dots meets sequins No feelings, just feeling, I’m electric, check my siemens [Hook] [Interlude] Now, I don’t have any super powers, but I don’t think I’d wanna be a super hero anyway. I don’t want to spend my life trying to stop other people from doing things. I wanna be that person causing change; I want to take over the world. Ayo fuck superman, I’ll be a villain. Stop me if you can [Verse 3] I’ve been dropping A’s on the track this Asics Get show stopping ways? Gotta practice basics Asking me, just how I got back to these Well I try to keep it easy like mac and cheese Actually, I cook whack MCs Stack bones by my poems, that’s a casualty All burned out like some blackened trees I brought a surprise for you, open the packages and packets Haha, heres the drama There’s mambas in the Sambas, and rattlers in jackets Gotta end 'em, send 'em venom in the denim Cats got nine lives? Well I hope you didn’t spend em I’m killing these pussys, but I’m sparing the cougars Perm maneuvers, curl your hair with a German Luger You can’t even follow my dialects direction Ask me, I’ll break down each line, it’s a dissection I’ll sever every cell, I wrote cleverly well I’ve got more star studded bars than Beverly Hills Cold blooded so I treasure lights and mirrors Even so, at leisure I unscrew the fixtures Flip the scriptures, hit em with different mixtures Rip the pictures, cut the blueprint with scissors Now I’m spelling words, confound, I get buzz tripping Telling me my verse sound like It Was Written Well if I get the purse, then I bet I’m getting bitten So Hulk, marvel at the monster with the diction Bulk, I’m hiding girth, Titanic, scraping that I’m one high-strung ‘berg, I’m Heisenberg I’m breaking bad [Hook]