[Hook] Did I do it? Did I do it? Did I do it? Did I do it? Make the music where you lose it. Now I got em hatin on me cause I'm fluent. Did I do it? Yeah I did now imma prove it. [Verse 1] When you hear them hi hats my high ass Spits a few bars off an iPad and s3 Hit em with the fly raps that I have Stashed in a back pack from 2000 and 3 No joke The only thing that’s changed is the general subject Bars so hot they danger to the general public Drop my album then I tell the haters to shove it I'll eat a rapper but I would prefer my meat luncheon I'm falcon punching you down in the dungeon My loud be so pungent I'm bound by the munchies Surrounded by uglies. nothing above me. Except all them lights that are shining upon me Mention dementia when I am sittin in detention Missions to shit on enemies leave em with infections Listen to this again when I'm finished with my message If you question my intentions what I wanna be blessed with [Bridge 1] Blowing up like a magic trick Rollin up with some bad bitches Unleashing fire on tracks this quick The world know what steady:hyperactive is. [Verse 2] And speaking of labels The one that sticks to me is awesome. My able deposit Is 10k a day in a bank without lawsuits I'm hollow and taunt so I haunt you. Damn. Dodging these pigs but I still go ham. Such a black man got your bike in my hand Tossing basketballs around watermelon in my mouth And I'm known for getting loud when the chickens running out. Stereotyping you might not like it But imma keep on flying so high that you can't deny it You can call me tyrant or even black Miley Cyrus. Cause I'm getting to the money and you getting bad vagina Killin the niggas with no more than two liners Spit like a villain cause my flow is too violent Step in the building and I know I could buy it Poor competition no last words cause they die quick (die-die) [Bridge 2] (Spoken:)(Let's get this quote… "I really value our friendship, and I don't want to lead you to think I want more." bleh.) Friends ask me if the friend zone's the struggle I say it just leads to some bad carpal tunnel And filling your mind with emotional bubbles That have no real point cause that girl doesn’t love you. [Verse 3] But I'm alright I'm just surrounded by all these girls that’s not my type Walk around school and they all like "Mike" I'm like hell nah I don’t fuck with yall Too busy waiting on my phone to get the cash call And when I get the cash you know I get the bad broads And when I'm with the broads imma make some rad songs By the way a cash call's when I hear my own bars On the speakerphone Girl leave me alone Though you know where I live Don’t come to my home I'm way in the zone Rather be on my own Maybe I'll hit the bong Make a different song Me I got the power been devouring for hours Take your girl then pound her next I drown her in the shower Float her down a fountain and that’s how the people found her So I bring her back to life and she proclaims she never doubted me