Sometimes I prefer not to have my superpowers, if only to make my adventures a bit more difficult.Yeah, I've been in the back for a minute with the back windows tinted.They don't see me but I've been around.I'm rushing on the track, out of limits.Got a seven digit number, I ain't talking about the phone now.Hopping on the track, come on, run it.I got the gas and the flame, man, go run it.I'm broken amp in this bitch, yeah, I'm buzzing.I don't think you really wanna be among us when it goes down.I've been eating all the bars, check the waistband.I'm on star on the mic, this is Space Jam.And at a glance, I've been looking like a plain man.But then when I turn the flame on, they like, hey, damn.Bitch, right, I might go flip this scheme.My ***, too hot, my whip, Christine A.Stephen King mixed with Stephen Hawking's on him.That's a *** genius, got him scared to even talk about him.Ooh, always dropping knowledge in the cadences.Got delivery and flow, double major in.Came from the bottom, I ain't selling out to make a hit.I keep it raw, no artificial flavoring.I roll with skaters and misfits and nerds who keep it steezy.I'm spending money to build a business, you buying Yeezys.I made a living off being honest and writing often.The studio went from luxury to the *** office.Ooh, independent and I ain't never budging.Making better *** than label acts without the budget.And I don't wanna spend too much time on the subject.I just think that it's important.I'll let y'all know who you *** with.I've been in the back for a minute with the back windows tinted.They don't see me, but I've been around.Immersion on the track, out of limits.Got a seven-digit number, I ain't talking about the phone now.Hopping on the track, I'ma run it.I got the gas and the flame, man, who want it?A broken amp in this bitch, yeah, I'm buzzing.I don't think you really wanna be among us when it goes down.I flow clean, but I'm still dirty.Always one eye on the mission, that's a Nick Fury.She like to party all the time.And when I'm going back, she let me hit it raw.That's an Eddie Murphy.They wanna see me out of pocket.Song stage, rapping in the team, staying rugged.Never compete with what we got, no cap.You got nobody to shield you from all it do.I'm not the best, but I'm tough too.And the other one is not you.They wanna act like they so cool.But you the type they call the cops through.I see you copy me when you rhyming.That *** is uncomfortable, middle seat when you flying.Watching from a distance in the scope, call it sniping.I don't even stand a chance, so I ain't trying, huh?I've been in the back for a minute with the back windows tinted.They don't see me, but I've been around.Immersion on the track, out of limits.Got a seven-digit number, I ain't talking about the phone now.Hopping on the track, I'm running.I got the gas and the flame, man, who want it?A broken amp in this bitch, yeah, I'm buzzing.I don't think you really wanna be among us when it goes down.