[Verse: Whit.]
On the rap game took a stooley
Searching for treasure, just like I'm a Goonie
Don't talk to mice so no, no Ratatouille
Or cook with em either
Too black to be elitist
Too black to crack either
Like a egg I been beaten
So i'm coler than Keisha
I'm dope up in your speaker
So loud that I can reach up
To the top of pyramid Giza
Soon y'all see i'm y'all leader
Who that be that all seeing, eye
Be the guy
Whose flow sicker thanks stans for that Bieber guy?
I might fly, way too fucking high, all up in the sky
Then crash on my return back to the earth like Aaliyah, why
You so despicable
Why these niggas so pitiful
Why yo faces so kick-able
Shock values so clickable
Fuck these rappers I'm eating them
Fall in line so obedient
Smaller than paramecium
Bastard dastardly beating them
Claim they larger than life but they barely fit a medium
These rappers coming quick in the game as they be leaving it
They ask me if I knew at birth that I would be a preacher
Now my soul be cemented to the earth just like my sneakers
[Hook]
Quit fucking with the kid, with the kid
Why you give a fuck about how I live, how I live (ayy)
Keep yo nose up out my shit, out my shit (ayy)
Quit fucking wit the kid, wit the kid (ayy)
[Verse: C.E.B]
I been sipping drink after drink
I use it as medicine
Not how I usually think
Never been part of my regimen
I've been chased by my demons and in my closet are skeletons
I don't know how much longer all my feelings will be genuine
It starts with me I guess I'm rewriting the book of Genesis
It's funny how others treat this specimen like a nemesis
I've been a gentleman up until these bitches got sensitive
I'm bringing it back to life like a heart filled with adrenaline
Some may say that I'm not the dopest but where's the evidence
Cause I been spitting shit so hot it make you gain intelligence
You may call it arrogance
I just know that I'm great
You say I'm a pessimist
There's just a lot I hate
I'm about to run the game like Usain
And coming straight for these jokes I guess You could call me Bruce Wayne
Y'all better be ready cause I'm about to bring the pain
You try and fuck with me there'll be a thousand years of rain
I'm like God in the bible just bringing plague after plaque
The spark that lit you up when covered in a bunch of butane
The depths of the ocean that make the skull collapse on the BRAIN
I'll cut ya PINKY off and eat it what you think I'm insane
I'm about to take over the world that's all I'm saying
Like domination that's making some higher powers awaken
Abominations awaiting the tyrannical rise Satan
But if he try to tempt me ill throw his ass up in an Iron Maiden
[Hook] x2
Quit fucking with the kid, with the kid
Why you give a fuck bout how I live, how I live (ayy)
Keep yo nose up out my shit, out my shit (ayy)
Quit fucking with the kid, wit the kid (ayy)
The Kid was written by Whit. & C.E.B. (Missouri Rapper).
The Kid was produced by Leftfield Beats.