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[Intro]
I bet ya’ll don’t even know where this is from
Check it!
Uh…
[Verse 1]
I may not be the realest guy
Gotta be the realest out
Here with these other children
We are in a drought
Tell ’em I’d rather have ’em pout
Than to steal a pouch
No doubt
I love the pedestal they put me on
So I stay sitting
I ain’t lazy I’m just Tutenkhamen
With a bunch of degraded common couch kids
So I’m here to change it
Change the game before they kill it
Got these rappers quiet
They a bunch of Mute Spittahs
Hide and quitters
Flappy Bird—fruit ninjas
Speed through do a loopdy loop and leave
Please mister
Would you not jump in front of the car when you see it?
I’m a star already
I don’t need to get another
I just gotta prove I belong here man
Like every other person
Every other nerd
Every other certain understatement
Dual shocks the rhyme
Rocks the mind
And gives time to replenish the health and wealth
And I’m just a new young kind of blind
Still out of control when taking steps on the pavement
[Interlude]
Aren’t we young?
Can’t you all hold us to that?
I’ve got time to waste
'Til we’re done
[Verse 2]
Walking round on a sunny San Francisco day
Probably even take the trolley
Everybody asking me if I’m tryna get paid
When I say yes, boy I say it proudly
Get your backpacks packed
With your Yu-Gi-Oh cards
And them Spiderman lunchboxes
I’m tryna throw a quarter back in the arcade
Back when I was watching Lazy Town
The place where I was born and raised
See nobody’s scared about your old age
Cuz one day I will be your age
50-years-old
At the top with no toupé
Three cheers for the champ
No need for a hooray
[Skit: Excerpt from „DRIVER: You Are the Wheelman”]
– A car accelerates
G1: Hey man!
G2: You crazy?
– The car swerves
G1: Whoa!!!
– The car swerves again
G1: Hey man! Okay, okay, okay!
– Finally, the car brakes, skidding down the street
G2: You da man
We gonna need you
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