Let me start up with the old school flow
Snap back backpack rat-a-tat go
Swagger out the knapsack.
Who knew I could rap that
Tell me where the cash at
I tell you where the smash at.
Number one hits, I got number one flicks
And the number one kicks
And the number one chicks.
Fact like Gordon
And my jams like Gordan
And my Tim's like Gordon's.
And my jets all aboard
And my wheels are like a fortune
And it feels like extortion.
Is  it for the fame or for the fortune
Like this, Mic this, so I can recite this.
People in their basements say
I didn't ever write this
People say I'm white so I couldn't
Do it like this Checks like Nike 
Let me give you a goodnight kiss.
Well I'm a littel bit sick of it
Listening to the bickering
Like picking on a little kid
Like talking all his liquorish.
I hate it wan they littering
I'd hate to be illiterate
I literally am doing these ridding.
Cheese like Gordon
And my soul like Gordon
Andma go right through ya.
And I'm so much cooler
And I don't need Luda
To know that I'm [bad word] And I'm so much cooler
You should call me Ferris Bueller.
Let me start up with the old school flow.