(Elevator buzzes) (Elevator dings) [Verse 1: Young Gordo] This ba** heavy, elevator music got them looking shook Out here rapping with no hook, I tell you that's that Ghandi look Who needs hooks, when these Ali punchlines is so lyrical? With this mixtape I'm surpa**ing every single peer and foe Played the game but it's a blowout, why are y'all appearing for? I'm the one that every fan in the stands is cheering for I told them they can't f** with me, I'm guessing that they see that now Cause they used to walk tall but I promise that they're seated now Who am I addressing, yo just look for that defeated scowl Shooting slugs and dropping bombs the newest song of Ares here Ain't nothing funny bout it, yo these Spears he carries here Will bleed false gods, it's exactly what Xerxes fears Tryna show y'all that the poetry game is just too severe Some say Hip-Hop's dead, but I'm the reason it'll persevere I tell them "Don't forget me" like they taking shots of Everclear Panamiur headlights. That's a bright future, deer (Elevator buzzes) (Elevator dings) [Verse 2] When am I gon' ever learn? You ain't gon' always get a turn Chokehold opportunities I poke holes in authorities Pillow talking in these bars Explaining all my fears and flaws They tell me that it goes so hard But I'm just tryna tell my thoughts Depending on the context My cadence hella complex Rhyming with a concept Various Range of content Ice in Hart, but I'm moving right along Feel the need to write a song about how I'ma die alone Rage it on the microphone Then throw my dogs the newest bone Spray myself some good cologne Then meet your girl and get some dome Panting, pantless, panties partly pulled down, pulling her ponytail Hitting parts of her p**y undiscovered-- Holy Grail