[Intro: brandUn DeShay] True story I started this at, like, eleven-o'clock Chicago time And I'm gonna do the whole mixtape tonight and Go to sleep f**ing exhausted Yo [Verse: brandUn DeShay] This what you're all been waiting for, the spaceship has finally taken off Space hoes in they space clothes, tell them take them off Break them off proper on that KitKat sh** Smelling like success, get a big a** whiff I'm the gift and my presence is the present I'm guessing it's a lesson, my confessions to the reverend I'm sorry I had to k** them, they don't pay me attention? I bill them Since I was a chillun, I'd see them BMXs and steal them A bad boy, just a tad coy, getting told on to the tabloids Quiet, but my actions made loud noise Now, more than ever, I crave attention, I'm ADD At my last shows, I brought many hoes, like 80 deep Skating cheap, cheap skate, my money stay in wallets Until I cop Impalas, polish them big like Christopher Wallace I honestly think I'm hotter than most of your favorite rappers Turn them girls on like old people do Clappers Dick so big, my girl thought it was a strap-on It took f**ing forever to find this beat just to rap on Now it's on, I'm starting to get warmed up Practice drills, rapping until I'm stacking mills, trying to get more bucks Like Milwaukee's scouting couch, I'm trying to get more Bucks These hoes full of d** more than Lil Wayne's tour bus I'm sure you know: super flow, super beats, Super 3 They used to call me super lame What that make me, Superman? Then call me Clark Kent, I get more a** than a park bench Dirty toilet seat, don't start sh** That's a smart tip, if you want it, you should take it Rap is love, don't fake it, just make it [Outro: brandUn DeShay] ...And we'll keep it moving Maestro?