Real talk, cruising through the wood, ballin’ out
My piece of shit Sentra wont stop stalling out
Problems got me stressin’ as im sparkin’ up a dart
Waiting for the day that this thing just falls apart
It cant be far, not too worried, got some money comin’
Shit could hit it big, I can almost see the labels runnin’
Big but im cocky, skin white and chalky
Bombs Nagasaki, I dont lose like rocky
Yeah im childish, like my name is Donald glover
My style, flexible, like its made of rubber
Bad bitches talk to me bout how they want on top of me
But if they want the cock from me, they best be fucking oxyclean
Oxy Codeine, laced in weed we smoke in bushes
Hit the cedars up, smoking on the finest Kush
And Section.80? Fuck that, Paper Trees is what im pushing
Its getting kinda late, almost time to hit the cushions
Before that, gotta spit a dope rap
If my style’s the jacket then youre just the coat rack
Im hanging up on these rappers, my rotary land line
So tight, if im Nagasaki youre just a land mine
Don’t try to step and mimic this boys glory
Got a big woody, but this aint no toy story
It’s the real live thing, like i said in growing up
When I listen to chief keef, im my mouth im throwing up
How this kid got famous blows my mind like “bang bang”
Even Soulja boy tell’em had me thinking the “same thing”
If these guys can make I guess anyone can
I out write these rappers with my fucking left hand
By the way im right handed, thoughts are kinda candid
Can do, whatever it takes to leave me stranded
On top of this rap game, coupled up with mad fame
Just bodied the so called artists that givin’ rap a bad name

And I keep it coming heavy tho
A maxi pad a foot thick doesn’t stand a chance against my flow
My words are silky smooth like some Gucci made pajamas
It puts you in a state of shock, it puts you into trauma
Spit so many flows, theres just no time for a hook
Listed off just about every rhyme in the book
That’s how we rhyme in the hood, better make that the country
Eating all these rappers, but im still fucking hungry
And that’s a big pill to swallow
Already said so much and im still feeling hollow
Everyday im reaching for the stars like Apollo
If I can be a leader, why the fuck would I follow
Im so far ahead that you can barely follow me
Youre stuck in yesterday morning, im at tomorrows eve
When I think about it I guess im pretty polished
Just take a look back to what this mixtape has accomplished
Hit on touchy subjects that were fucking with my brain
Tryin’ to find a brighter side to other peoples pain
by shedding a different light on things, it seems insane
but I cant control creativeness that’s flowing through my veins
And I featured the boys from fab 5
The boys who keep it real, never spittin’ on bad vibes
Theyre the boys who got me started this rap shit
If It wasn’t for them, paper trees wouldn’t exist
Lucky to have this, I stumbled on a clover
Im really sad to say that the records is almost over
If you think it sucked, or you thnk it was fantastic
All I can say is it was fun while it lasted
The last four bars on this mixtape
Give yourselves time to think about how my fucking shits great
After writing this out, its safe to say I cant wait
To ask the rap game how my mother fucking dick tastes