[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 X2 [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