[Verse 1: CA JUNTA]
When it comes to being fly, I excel
Not even in my prime yet, but I'll be in the sequel supreme clientele
Couldn't beat him to it; he was saved by the bell
But he ain't gone forever, I'll see him in hell
This year has been a mishap, fell hard but came back
Even if I don't blow up yet imma stay glad
Not doing number one & done, then missing out tours like Ms. Lauryn
Not gon act like a gangsta while I'm hot, Ja Morant
Still a rookie, they ain't know what I have in storage
Parties getting started, go head pass me the porridge
Fuck writing a hook cuz the beat is my chorus
Ight imma move on to something more important
[Verse 2: CA JUNTA]
5 PM on a Sunday by the time that I'm writing this
Birds chirping, they couldn't ever compete with my flyness
Playing devil's advocate, but selling my soul, I could never sign it
Still talking shit, boy, you need to buy a mint
For starters, by 2030, I'll be rap's supreme highness
Like a barber when it comes to giving out tapes, I align it
Quarterback of the game, my real ones, my linemen
Haters saying the new schools bad, then frown at the veterans
Already climbin' to the top, brown excellence
I'll call y'all again when it's time for the re-up
Until then, when we again, bye, see yuh
Imma need somebody like Aaliyah