SELF INTRODUCTION

Aye, yo
Yo Lotus
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo Lotus! (What?)
All these rappers tough you gotta harden up
Straight from Eden best believe I got a lotus garden yuh
Notice, I got my music all started up
I don't want no handout cuz it feels like a pardon yuh
Preaching to the masses, the lotus instruction
Bars too strong, get me out of this dungeon
But I stay real so, there's no corruption
Pull up at that function give that self introduction
Hey, what's up crew? How you doing? My name's Lotus
Brown boy, body boneless but just look at me you'll know this
Take your head, off your desk, and you'll notice I'm the closest
To the bread, no offense, but these other rappers hopeless
Realest rapper ever, got no guns, I lease a civic
On the grind, but the money been too different
Wish I could do this for a living
For my woman, for my mom, she my biggest fan
Real name, Aurovind Ahluwalia, listen
Catch me at Carrabbas Kitchen, call me Malcolm X
Cuz I got no dream I got a vision, Lotus is the next
I drink water got no lean I'm sipping, there's no contest
All these rappers dying got me R.I.P.-ing, get on Complex
Most would clown on me like who the hell let this kid in
Skinny ass Indian, got no class it's a sin
Comes in last but still hits, beats the game like it's sims
But the flow is too relatable it's obvious I'll
W-wait
I'm not tryna jinx it
Knock on wood three times, superstition
My beats hard, they OJ Simpson
Reach for the stars, we got big visions
Fans so far, my life was written
Bought a car, my acquisition
I got lifestyle, all nutrition
Bob the Builder is my clinician
Yo Lotus! (Yo)
All these rappers tough you gotta harden up
Straight from Eden best believe I got a lotus garden yuh
Notice, I got my music all started up
I don't want no handout cuz it feels like a pardon yuh
Preaching to the masses, the lotus instruction
Bars too strong, get me out of this dungeon
But I stay real so, there's no corruption
Pull up at that function give that self introduction
Aye, aye, aye
Hold the applause, this an encore
Don't need to pause, I'm built like a stick
Lost, I don't got the cost, to be a rapper
The game built like a disaster
You got the top one percent served up on a platter
So I live with the stress, and right now it won't stop
I put myself in debt just to hop on this song
Are you saying that I'm wrong for living like this my whole life?
I wouldn't belong, cuz the rap my hoe and wife
You music celebrities killing me, uh
Testing my hype and agility, uh
Rap, rhythm and poetry, uh
Tearing the flow cuz they into me, uh
Nice at karate I'm Mr. Miyagi
I don't got it on me so I should be Gandhi
I do my own laundry, that hottie my shawty
I'm feeling her body, you feeling me what
Just a normal person, got a girl back home
Cut my own damn grass, keep a garden gnome
I'm scared to get waxed, but I got my hair combed
Fine with being taxed, I ain't paying for no porn
Job I be working, but I'd rather be more
All this flow that I'm serving boutta open up a door
Lotus so ready for the world to hear his music
I'm blowing up already just got on the beat to prove it.