[Verse 1]
Trey Coachman here and present
Gonna take it to the underground
Cla**ical was my sound
'Till I received a beat down
Now, I got more game then you ever will have
Oh my bad for pointing out the obvious is that sad?
That they can't take the truth
Or at least understand
Don't John Wilkes Boothe me, I just became the man
I just stole the title
So Imma brag like a lunatic
Step aside prick, you getting nauseous?
I'll make you sick
Better be cautious, cause you stepped inside the lion's den
Why are you topless? You're in a room full of men
We walked into a room, I walked out
And the story goes. Oh yeah the end
I tend to be questioned 'Why am I so white?'
Am I an oxymoron cause I'm black and I speak right?
I might go straight Ebonics on these pieces of shhh
Or Michael Jordan posterize the bricks right out of you bish
I said loud and clear that I'm the greatest
Taking a seat as Prince of the game
Nobody but my boys were patient
Heck not even all of them anticipated the change
[Chorus: Childish Gambino sample]
Born to be the greatest this is not by accident x2
Born to be the greatest x2
Born to be the greatest this is not by accident x2
Born to be x3
Born to be the greatest this is not by accident
Born to x4
Born to be
Accident
[Verse 2]
Since Day 1 in Texas
They taught I'd be reckless
Born on April fool's Day, no joke
I came at 1 AM
So I never missed breakfast
Always fueled and ready
Taking down opponents with the arms of spaghetti
That was a great warm-up don't shoot confetti
Staying steady, not even pulling out the punch lines
That would take Betty Crocker off her rocker
Shock-(h)er like the Detroit's Womens Team
Moved when I came back around the same time
I decree that I'm the illest in this
Asthma and the cold ain't got nothing on this kid
Shut your lid pretty boy
I did it!
While you're still getting breastfeed
I shake my head and how terrible your speech is
My set standards increases
Yet we all shake are groove thing when Herb meets Peaches
Get on my level
I'm back-flipping, while you flip the bird
I've been called worst things then obscure
So take your turn to learn about the bruises after the burns
You gotta know you're the greatest before putting yourself on the plaque
It hit me, while dwelling by a fire
Thinking how my parents worked and what they acquired
On their way, and how I never lost an organized game till the 7th grade
So the direction I went was up
Most of my friends thought that I'm star struck
Not seeing the pathway that I construct
With a little elbow grease and buck
Still fighting against the comments that said 'YOU su*k'
Jokes with the Klux
It all seems so abrupt
But it was my luck
Cause if I don't have haters I ain't doing something right
It's sorta like my first ballet cla**
Guys who I learn who weren't my friends called me gay
Yet I was still unashamed
At the school dance the girls looked in amaze
Ha! Had me laughing 4, 3 days 2 the knowledge that I'm the 1
Like 2pac
"I hit 'em up son!"
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Max Capa**o]
Yo it's Max Capa**o
Representing LO
Not here to rap though
Here's a guitar solo
[Respected Guitar Solo]