Gold

Okay, let's be honest, truthfully
At the rate I'm moving you gone'
Have to get used to me
The sauce is the weakest
Tang in my three-step
Often rejected cause I reject the reject
Garage Band flow needs no reason
And ya'll niggas taste less beef
No seasonin'
See foods eatin' them, proceed to the exit
Ends with an L-Y starts with an S, yes
Him without a win is Clark
Kent without a cleft chin
Superman reference (Ahaha) keep steppin'
Yeah, I go harder than standardized testin'
Bars on lock my development's arrested
I'm the bestest, on a bad day I spit asbestos
Yeah it’s impressive ya’ll steady
Coming in second
Fuck V-necks, I'm the rapper to invest in
My flow ends recessions fresh
As Crest breath is

Yeah, vibe with it uh, yeah (it feels good)
Gimme some time, gimme some time
Uh, yeah, verse 2 here we go, here we go
Yeah, uh

The revolution, I am Sly: kid ruthless
The booth's no spoofing
I spit it like I'm toothless
Food for the youth while the rest stay fruit
When lies become truth I
Drop shit like pollution
Stop the fools quick, no problem no solution
Ya' crew could sleep in the freezer
An' still wouldn't be cool kids
Cruisin' in the music with the
Attitude of two kids
Hammerin' these babblin' niggas
Respect my two cents
I could give two shit's, let alone a dollar
My flows make bros go: "Whoa! Ho, say holla!"
Whack niggas say na'da
The best I'm a synonym
Still my pockets slim like the Olsen Twins
An' I'm mister quick, digit's
And Miss dis-mis
And I'm quickenin' my sentences, Oliver Twist
Like Charles Dickens
Death Wishin' competition
But listen, the plot thickens
I'm a stand up guy
Well hell why am I sittin'?