Wildchild

[Verse 1]
So listen man, cause this the plan
I got a homie I phone to get the spliff in hand, Instagram
So why you tripping? Stand up for what you're spitting
Man up for what you've written, if you don't you won't be getting fans
Homie, this a fam, in the kitchen hitting pans
Jamming, hitting different strands, fitting into different brands
With Lando Calrissian style, know that I live in the clouds
Proud to make haters ambivalent now
Isn't it wild how I can spit it in different styles?
Cut me and my blood be turning to ink when it's spilling out
On the page or on the stage
With no regard to my location, my vocation is an honest trade
I'm unadulterated, puffing haze of cultivated
Fucking greatest, doing this for every reason but the payment
Love it, hate it, give a fuck about a single thing I'm saying
Ain't gon' make a lick of difference to me once I'm fucking famous
Up and made it on my own two feet
They were saying, "Who's he?", now they see the true me
New week, new day, wigging like a toupee
Living on a group rate cause my friggin' crew stays with me

[Hook: Big L sample]

[Verse 2]
So if this rap is a game that I'm apt to be playing
Who's the winner and who's the loser when these rappers the same?
Spitting the same old stale shit
These cookie cutter carbon copies can't bear to see me flying like Talespin
But who Baloo be when your crew be staying true to you?
Boxing out the Mystery Machine like it was Scooby Doo
But when the doobie's through, it's back to the mic booth
It used to be a closet when I'd rap with the SITE Crew
I do it homie, you know me, there's no comparison
I'm taking out your garrison solo, so call me Harrison
My flow is elaborate, know I'm a maverick
And where I set the bar even Joe is lower than average
I lead the pack, I be the rapper helping you to see the facts
Attack you like a Venus trap, I need a sack of cheeba fast
You say you're going ham, I know it's all bologna bitch
I'll be going roast beast like I fucking know the Grinch