[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