[Verse]
This my last time in this room, giving y'all what I groom
And no time for thinking marriage, I'm jumping onto the broom to take off
Something like a jumbo jet
Muscle is always pulled like the thing that runners get
So I, get it shaking, ain't talking 'bout Miley Cyrus
And the twerk game is going around like a virus
And I'm still rapping like what you put on a present
And all I talk is the truth, you feel it more than a blessing
That's an, auto to matic, systematic flow, and I'm just standing
Where I began this, going bananas, wondering if I hand this
Talent, out up at the show, and perform the sickest lyrics that Penfield will ever know
So umm... you, you, you, and you, this is nothing
I could definitely rock a stage too
If snot nose and pot holes was me just last year
No competition, just watch me and what I do