[Verse 1]
Guess who's back on another track
Its Mr. Chubamboo coming back to rap
Haven't had a break I've been running laps
Now I'm ready for a duel, lets go back to back
Believe it or not I be spitting facts
I rip these hits going track to track
Always on the hunt homie breakfast or lunch
I don't ever miss man I only shoot once
I'm shooting for the moons near Pluto
My goals clear, they're see through though
Like an autopilot car, I drive myself, I don't rely on help
I don't need no one else
Making beats and beats manufactured by a monster
Ironically I'm chronically making beats fresh as Dre
Everyday I'm grinding harder I don't care what haters say
Other kids just acting fake, fearful they're like chicken baked
[Hook]
Aye boy, I'm a rockstar
Don't f** with me because I rock hard
Ya'll fake kids just talk yards
While we run the court and we ball hard
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[Verse 2]
I spit hard bars out the window of my car
My repertoire has high regard
I'm going far, I'm going hard
Winning from the beginning
You should call my team charlie sheen
I'm mean and clean, I had a dream
Asian teen Martin Luther king
Rap game better than Chipotle
Career insured like Triple A
You are not remotely even close to me
Era you baroque and I am 21rst century gentry
You miss all of the shots that never take
But if you f** with me that'is your mistake
I trump all of the competition in this race
I shut em down no debate with record rhymes
And record times no retakes
More produce than the supermarket
Making more deals than Black Friday target
Don't forget, I've got more drive than a corvette
Show me your best and I'll top it with no sweat
[Hook]
Aye boy, I'm a rockstar
Don't f** with me because I rock hard
Ya'll fake kids just talk yards
While we run the court and we ball hard
X2