Welcome to the DeLorean's side seat About to head back, put on your headphones please Cooked up some beats I rapped on with ease Now I'm on the roof relaxing, enjoying the summer breeze
Strider clan in the building making heads burst Just a kid from Texas out here trying to be first Grip and sip this apple juice to quench thirsts Though I'm thorough in my search to create and write the perfect verse
Hands down a master of all crafts And I'm making these rap ruffians turn daft I'm a simply suave motherfucker cutting high class Crashing into parties bursting trolls into ash
After party, thrash hard, stay gnarly Sorry kid but you're hardly in our league Let 'em know I got cash, stacking Jade Harley's Rap professor, that's Mr.Strider darling
Yo, I throw out the big guns As a sword lord, I swing to cut cords I'm the definition of fear for the competition And my style's a little Messi cause my raps are straight kickin'
Sweet and swift, though I spare no gifts Giving critical hits and splitting up ships For some boonbucks, I'll give you rookies a tip Till then I'm leaving nose blood drips on your girlfriends lips