Genesis 1:1

(You're not makin' this easy, Kyle)
Leavin' out for school with headphones in the bag
Mappin' out a plan that every play get split in half
Leavin' out for school with headphones in the bag
Bitch

Leavin' out for school with headphones in the bag
2017, was gettin' to it, skippin' class
Mappin' out a plan that every play get split in half
Half in the stash and half in the scams
Or go in masked up or break a slab into grams
Only a few ways that you can live where I'm from
Where I'm at in life, it's hard to get where I'm from
"Mama, there he go," I motivate the kids where I'm from
2019, I dropped "Bin Reaper", they was sleepin'
Pitchfork rated it a seven, they was tweakin'
2020, seemed like all my haters, they was peakin'
But that's unemployment for you, I ain't think that they was eatin'
Same year, I hit a new gear, I switched modes
But I can't break the code, I can't switch teams
S1 to the DSM, I'm throwin' big B's
BabyTron, StanWill, TrDee, the big three
Lando took a chance on us and everybody laughed
Now it's 2022 and everybody mad
'Cause if you want a verse now then it cost twenty
Whoever counted gang out, shit, they all dummies
Rollin' Stone, XXL, the next thing Forbes
How you even worried 'bout my battle with a clean sword? (How)
Almost sent an SOS but then I seen shore
When you die, it ain't no wakin' up, fuck I'ma sleep for?
Hit him with that Porter's X2, now he a particle
I don't rap battle, forty weapons in my arsenal
He a clown trustin' hoes, someone get him to the carnival
Helmut Lang, Warren Lotus, walkin' out lookin' remarkable
Water like the Gulf of Mexico, I tried the Cuban hang
Fuck an arm and leg, I paid a body for this Human Made
I was in the field for real while you was doin' two a day
Locked in with money, I been stayin' out of Cupid range
Turkey Man bustin' down the 'bows
Ridin' right next to him, shippin' out a load
Mari, MJ, and 40 trippin' with the Pro's
Whip a what's-it-called with what's his name, we in the store
I'm on a different magnitude, I maxed out my attributes
Keep your two cents 'cause I don't ever remember askin' you
Told her, "Quit the attitude," she gon' get a bag or two
Supreme drippin' off my shirt, this not Thrasher, dude
The dumbest shit to do is compare me to you
The dumbest shit to do is comparin' us to them
Like I don't know a team could match up (at all)
Rafael Nadal, bitch, I'm racked up (bitch, I'm racked up)
Letterman say Saint Laurent, look like I play for Varsity
'Fore I let you get a 'Wood, I gotta grab the darkest leaf
Quick to have you lookin' crazy, don't you even start with me
Your bitch wake up early, brush her teeth then she gargle me

What you want? Some Dosidos or the Snickerdoodle?
We don't sell no tea cups, nah, this the bigger poodle
You could find us everywhere, TV, Twitter, Google
I could tell the worker used the work, I see it in her pupils
If you look into my eyes, you gon' see the vision
They don't think how I think so I been keepin' distance
I was in the field where it's hot, Larry Fitzgerald
In the 'Raq with chicken on me, I ain't have to hit Harold's
F&Ns and Desert Eagles, these some big barrels (bah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia)

Leavin' out for school with headphones in the bag
2017, was gettin' to it, skippin' class
Mappin' out a plan that every play get split in half
Half in the stash and half in the scams