Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Vieke
Ryan Vieke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Rose Beatz
Black Rose Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Coming out the gates with a full tank of gas From beginning to end let 'em hate I'll bank right off the glass Get a pen and I will tell her bring a friend I'm interstellar Hear the thunder from the rocket can't stop it better bring an umbrella James Harden in the garden really hard to guard him I beg your pardon I'll make my mark and find the target finish what I started You scrubs are mesmerized by my power, it's retarded I got the magic I'll wreak havoc I'm no Superman that's Dwight Howard Hitting 3s in the splash zone one after another Not quite 22 whatcha gonna do it's Jimmy Butler motherfucker You talk a lot I'm a god the way I've been writing rhymes bitch I went beast mode with no cheat codes this some level 99 shit and You have no clearance slump god with the ski mask like a bank robber Hear the cheering this shit bumps hard you can be mad and stay hostile You show fear and it's obvious I sense saltiness you hate often I ain't bothered cause I've got the GOAT spirit like Dame D.O.L.L.A Pass them dimes like I'm donating loose change Fighting crime like I'm no naming Bruce Wayne It's the underdog's time push me and my fist and mood swing Man I found the method to my rap shout out to Wu Tang I'm not like the rest come on bring your best Spark igniter I'm on fire need no lighter (Get the fucking track) It's a trap when I rap that's a fact move on back 'fore I snap I got the crown I'm locking it down not dropping it now shocking the town and dogging you clowns Making it rain from down town (Get the fuck up) Cause when I'm all in I ball out and I'm calling you foul out so bow down I'm as real as is gets Hit 'em with the jab step and a pump fake one take, fuck's sake caused a ripple effect I'll battle 'em all ooh it's the Claw Buzz off outta this world I'm a triple threat Don't ask why Kawhi's number 2 like my pencil's lead That ain't a diss if you mumble that statement will flip 1v1 me it'll be funny I'll make it difficult to keep up with this kid It's your Kodak moment hold your phone and record me going cause If you talk shit on the king I'mma hit that Skip harder than you've ever seen I attack the basket in your lane I'm driving you insane Coming with the energy got ice in my veins doing laps around my enemies twice at your pace So steer clear and these words are ear piercing I will leave you appalled This the hot sauce like sriracha and I ain't talking Tacos when I say that you will fall You go full scorpion I do the same but mine's more Jordan Kilganon 360 east east bay DJJ better vacate cause you know I will land it Y'all be Shaqtin' a fool should be scared by me like the end of October With my killer crossover like Donic watch this I'm a walking phoenix, Joker Grabbing boards like I'm Dennis Rodman King of the court on the floor I got endless options I play this game like my old days on 2k, gonna cross 'em Assist from Stockton XV, Pusha T god I feel so awesome I'm not like the rest come on bring your best Spark igniter I'm on fire need no lighter (Get the fucking track) It's a trap when I rap that's a fact move on back 'fore I snap I got the crown I'm locking it down not dropping it now shocking the town and dogging you clowns Making it rain from down town (Get the fuck up) Cause when I'm all in I ball out and I'm calling you foul out so bow down
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