[intro]
i know this rap is scripted, but practically every rap is so chill out.
[verse]
fresh out the box, still thinkin' out it
all the other emcees are sittin' down, poutin'
they all mad because they couldn't get featured on my mixtape
they had the time, i told them not to be late
i'm the best, smell fresh like crest
i can grab my skateboard and have a street sesh
don't mind me, i'm (ollieing) a 5-stair
spittin' rhymes, all the eyes on me and they all stare
scared rappers sayin' that it's unfair
i got my fresh cut from the salon chair
a pair of jordans that i don't wear
a pack of starbursts that i don't share
i always pick truth, i don't dare
for the last time already, i just don't care
like a janitor, my mixtape's just moppin' it
A$AP Mob had the beat first, i just had to get to coppin' it
don't exit the page yet, my crew's just startin' it
[outro]
i guess to finish the rhyme, who's fartin?
nope, i just ruined it