[Intro Skit]
[Verse: Zach Hughes]
I said I do it for my ancestors
Hold my jeans up, suspenders
Delusions of splendor, retina protectors made by Ray-Ban
This sleight of hand of the pen, inspires dudes to write better
Earning Gs over typed letters, I'm tired of laying my cornea on these corny scrubs
The kid soldier on, Kony bruh
Do it for the people feeling like the ballad works, let it register
I'm used to my verses being way better, move the letters like SaladWorks
Pile a verse on a verse on another verse
'Til I move my sole from the edge of the curb, to the side skirt of a Jag
Leave every verse with a toe-tag
A proper introduction is in order, organic word-power, none of this is store bought
Tryna make it out from a small room in the back of a house
To a shore-viewing loft but for now while I'm grinding I'm fine with
Coupes and a driver's license, waiting 'til the check come for the fly tint
I'm tryna get a meal in the game I'm starving
The photogenic dope author, I'm in front of the cam a lot
I got the same gift that Santa stocks, but back to the lyricism
Empirical, lyrical, miracle, immortal like Heracles
k**er mindset move to slay, like a Caribou
Still a college kid, pretty involved with the politics
Talk j**els, spit diamonds, cough gems, that's expensive phlegm
I'm built different, alternative blueprint the purpose of this music
Is to put you squares in line like Rubix
Spit until the coupe roof is translucent
As far as rap, half-fan, half-student
Mixed breed but I'm still a steed
Still a-heed to the rules respectfully, hold the lead
Yo, let's get this cheese
If rap's Troy I'm Achilles but the heel's protected
Spittin' to get the account breaded
Put the rap game in a capsule, everything is actual
I'm feeling like a Natural, Welcome To "The Natural"
Welcome to "The Natural", sh** is natural...