[intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, i think this'll be like a intro right here or something, i don't really know
Yo, yo, yo, yo
[chorus]
They stay asking me questions but i don't even know
Feelings on the screen, it's funny 'cause it'll never show
Why that bitch got all that cake? bitch, she ain't getting dough
About to put pen to the paper and hit my pinnacle
[verse 1]
Yo, i'm top of the class, guaranteed
Shattered glass, stone cold bars, wrestling heavy themes
Yo, you know it's not what it seems
Juvon ahead of things and out the box quicker than smokers who need a chance to breathe
My heart's cold and my blood pumps at a different speed
Spending all my time in my room like it's what i need
But i'm over it, i overthink loading it
Kitchen sink broken 'cause i keep on overflowing it
Drowning out thoughts, i seen them where the scope is
And when it comes to killing them, i'm guilty as the rope is
Several components, i'm killing their motion
It's never an easy day when juvon's your opponent
So i tell 'em say graces
If i was you, i would change faces
Looking like you snuck here on a spaceship
Fuck your rap catalog, fuck every album
Never get among, i got the freshest lines like i'm dental floss
You niggas hella soft, pillow toss
I could make a widow's loss turn into a motherfucking winning star
And set apart, i'm apart from the rest
I don't rest, i got heart—that's a part from your chest, yo
Fucking anatomy, got 'em in a stance with no legs, they can't stand 'em
Tell 'em raise their hands if their parents never raised 'em
They give juvon praises
Paper, pen, weed—that's the real juvon basics
[chorus]
They stay asking me questions but i don't even know
Feelings on the screen, it's funny 'cause it'll never show
Why that bitch got all that cake? bitch, she ain't getting dough
About to put pen to the paper and hit my pinnacle
They stay asking me questions but i don't even know
Feelings on the screen, it's funny 'cause it'll never show
Why that bitch got all that cake? bitch, she ain't getting dough
About to put pen to the paper and hit my pinnacle
[verse 2]
Yeah, your favorite rapper got the fucking ghost
Only talking money or i keep it short, stunt and growth
Stunting on my ex, she's obsessed and and at my fucking show
Trying to see me play, real shit, i'd run into a church to catch my prey
Fuck obvious, the nuisance
A product of environments where vitamins gettin' usage
I'm using up the only life i have and i don't do shit
I sit inside the lab—you're a rat, meet the students
I dissect and readjust to reassess
I don't trust a bitch that ain't even cheating death
Family tree, leave season, regret
Clear off the deck, i'm overboard like skaters, so of course i'm gonna go in depth
What you think? start marking the dates on all calendars
Juvon darkside is the reason your jaws acting up
Sorry, i got good posture because i got 'em backing up
And we can never do a song, you niggas never rapped enough, bitch
[chorus]
They stay asking me questions but i don't even know
Feelings on the screen, it's funny 'cause it'll never show
Why that bitch got all that cake? bitch, she ain't getting dough
About to put pen to the paper and hit my pinnacle
They stay asking me questions but i don't even know
Feelings on the screen, it's funny 'cause it'll never show
Why that bitch got all that cake? bitch, she ain't getting dough
About to put pen to the paper and hit my pinnacle