Stoken

[Verse 1]
Flower Baby, never proud to say that Colorado made me
Blossoming, I'm not content with stopping til I'm eighty
If I like you, catch a feature, you don't even need to pay me
If I don't, then catch a nope, I'm over jumping over ropes to help a lame, please
Son, I got the juice like it was ninety-two
And I see you tryna foul me out but these ain't ivy rules
I might as well just take the foul while flexing on you lousy dudes
Every word I even sound out will help my ticals pool
Put on the sock 'em boppers, hit you with a slobber knocker
When I'm angry, I go green and feral like I'm Blanka
Decapitate the competition, Nicki verse on monster
You talking to an elevated mind, fix your posture
Every line I write is posthumous, I'm not content with just having the belt
I wanna put a spinner on it as well
I'm not the most underrated, for the time being
But if all you stokens start sleeping on me, homie I will

[Verse 2]
Never claimed to be the best except for when I did
I wanna hear these other rappers yell "he's just a kid!"
I could sell my soul and win it back with the highest bid
I'm Philadelphia Tipton, I'm prying off the lid
Let an independent get a chance to win a Grammy
If you making art, then oversaturate the market handily
And disregard the vanity or it'll hold you back
Matter fact, I should relax, I'm back on my old vision
I'm back on my bull-ish but there's no Pippen
I'm growing up from the jester, you're never catching me slipping
My glow up from then to now was a power move like I'm Guwop
Son, I'm blowing up, combusting, can't touch me because I'm too hot
Buddy, think about it, you should be worried about what you got
If I ever stop, then it's because there's nothing else to kill
I'm not the most underrated, that's kind of a reach
But if all you stokens start sleeping on me, homie I will

[Verse 3]
I got charisma for days, I'm always changing my ways
I'm tryna keep refining me until there's nothing to save
I got the mind of a Yeezy and got the soul of a Prince
I'm tryna make the perfect album so they know that it's made
I gotta accomplish my goals
Letters on my bucket list falling like dominos in a drop zone
Geronimo, Going vamanos, homie, stop it, yo, I gotta get it
Jay rock, I'm probably gonna work myself to death, I mean...
Once I start putting effort in anything but my music
And fashion and making movies and passing my classes schooling
And treading around the rules, and writing until I crash at four o clock in the morning
And making my magazine, photography and performing
And modeling for myself and friends too, I don't let it get boring
And setting up for some touring and keeping my brand alluring
If this the end of my story, I wanna go with a bang!