(Intro)
Yeah, uh, yeah
And I feel it in my soul
Yeah, uh, yeah
And I feel it in my soul

(Hook)
Said I came a long way from dumping faeces in my nappy shit
Just the get up on some happy shit
Never ever thought that I would be up on this rapping shit
Now my flow is so immaculate

(Verse 1)
My daddy told me that my pen was my life
He meant chasing education, but I started to write
Little does he know that school is a major dislike
So know I'm tryna make a living out these rhyme I recite
And how you gon' do that? When you all about the rawness
Shit, I guess I gotta put the blame on Mr. Wallace
Reminiscing over days, Biggie bumping thru the hallway
Eleven years later the art of rhyme became forte
And all of this seem to be an accident, like
Flatulence but I'm passionate
And all I wanna do is take it to the maximum
Cause I don't know how to fly but I'm practising

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Oh yes it is, oh oh yes it is
And everything that I'm spitting is everything that I live
Never handle a grip, never talking that shit
My mind is the only thing that nigga like me equips
And I ain't afraid to use it, infuse it with all my music
Loading up on a clip and these thoughts are just what I'm shooting
Ordinarily cool, never ordinarily human
Like fuck a 9-5 till I die, nah I refuse it
Cause, I remember flipping fried wasn't cutting it
Like fuck a Micky D's, I'm out for the green
Work hard play hard I'm kind stuck in between
But I ain't tryna lose my breath while I'm chasing this dream

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Uh yeah, and that's no lie
Making sure I fly through the sky I won't glide
The most high, smoking out this joint I'm most high
Intoxicated flights through the night hope I don't die
But I won't die, and that's according to my calculations
It ain't an option cause I needa meet my aspirations
Forming patterns but with rhythm like a constellation
I'm a shooting star and yeah I'm wishing for some observation
Like, watch this space kid
But fuck a telescope you can't miss me I'm flagrant
It's blatant, I'm just waiting to make it
Nah that's an understatement, I'm waiting on greatness

(Hook)

(Outro)
So immaculate,
I’m a mack and shit, uh
Feeling really black and shit, yeah, uh
Man, what do these niggas know about immaculacy, nothing
Yeah, I'm too damn clean, nigga