[Verse 1]
Wick burnt out, I'm unmatchable
Timbaland likes my soundcloud so get up off my testicle
I'm not next to y'all
Far as I'm concerned you're above me
I act like that's the truth so I don't let up for the money
I don't want you in my business
I won't put you in my phone
The ninth floor is in flames pass Deddrose the cortisone
Portland knows, the view over the city looks like gotham
Not fronting for publicity, didn't start at the bottom
P-p-pillar for the city
I'm making news columns
Rhymes are f*cking raw, we don't use condoms
We have nothing in common
I listen to Kweli and Common
I could probably get my doctorate
At Oregon then come back to sell out The Autzen