i bought a million dollar house; no cosigner, driveway so big it fit an airliner /i smoke nothin but that grape ape, wear nothin but that bathing ape / you nothin but a nerdy fake, got your parents credit card; you got nothin at stake / take you a week to respond; you always late, spit my rhymes no editor, i straight dictate

Lyrical Nostradamus? You can't hang with real rhymas/ You dropped the ball, and I watch the clock like Big Thymers/ Rhyme scheme rudamentary, need to take ya to elementary/ consider this ya first lesson, this schoolin' is complimentary

i'm the lyrical nostradamus, you spitting dumb verses like llamas / only thing youll be editting are orders for ronald, while ill still be making deals with guys like donald / trump all your plays cause i'm ace, all yo' efforts goin to waste / bust yo' face; cause i throw fists, leave you sprayin nothin but red mists

Talked to a burnin' mic 'cause I spit hot fire before you was on/ You going down like Moses, and I'm gonna laugh when you gone/ You ride coattails, homie, I GhostRide the Whip/ checked your 'gust' on the forecast, you was only a blip