On the baseline, bumping "Basshead,"
Hi-Angles signed by J. Webb,
used to wear Defy’s when I came up out the basement,
now I’m on the rise while you niggas on the pavement,
body like a caveman, doing my beta dance,
guess I’m something like a rock-climber Rain Man,
niggas say I’m broke, I’m like “hey, man, I’m just a
baller with a budget in some Ale-8 Fraybans,”
got news, stay plotting my bread, too,
the music Alex Honnold stayed nodding his head to in the
Access Fund ad; me and O-Dub did our thing,
haters on the page saying it was something bad,
old heads need to wake out your beds,
take out your hearing aids, shake out your dreads,
climbing rap’s here to stay, nigga - face it, I said
I’m going full Monty Python - bring out your dead,
find me, with my hood up; hit them up - rawhide,
sorry, guys - I’m writing a Starry Night, wearing khakis
like a safari guide - throwback snapback a
blast from the past like Marty Fly - known as the
party guy, so when I get there, it’s party time,
but I ain’t selling Mad Rock like REI,
nigga, I’m a superstar, still so starry-eyed,
the neighborhood Free-Moving Curtis, but my Barbie white,
call her Angie, she likes Amstel,
that’s the first beer we found she can stand - well,
I can’t tell…giving her heaven, give your man hell,
offer my haters a job opening fan mail,
if you can’t tell, man, this man sells…
I’m on the rig, and I’ve got past the crux, so I can’t bail,
souped-up shoes, like I’m pushing Campbell,
I play the game everywhere that I go like it’s handheld - damn!

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I’m the only nigga get the proj done,
I don’t know a nigga that can do it for me,
Stay down, putting up routes -
anytime I set it for the Instagram, it’s most likely gonna be
a V3, a V3…
climb slow, making it look easy,
a V3, a V3,
I know I’m good, don’t gotta believe me, nigga

Keep it 100 like a health bar
before the last stage of a game’s farewell boss,
get ready, take aim, wish you well, dog,
hell no - they gone to heaven - by the way, got a
seven, now my new goal is V9 by the next
springtime…I’ma get it, but in the meantime, I
b-line, making lyrics that make you rewind,
and this is just the shit I’m doing in my free time,
imagine if I really buckled down on the skills
underground, quit doing the runaround, came with the
thundercloud, find these rappers family trees, cut them down,
and doubled down…you niggas really be in trouble now!
Cause no offense, but you couldn’t beat the Based God
in a rap battle, so don’t quit your day job!
Hey y’all, haters - how could I hate y’all,
you only hate cause you cannot relate, dog,
y’all want a trap queen, I got a crag queen,
also a frap queen, she love this rap thing,
we both stay packing, trips we are racking,
sends we are stacking, shit you are lacking,
you ain’t seen hands pinch like this, hon,
yeah, you got a man but, he ain’t this one!
Throwing open hands for the crimp and stick, son -
I’m the motherfucking man, girl - I get shit done!

Suitcase, I been living out a suitcase
four days - snapback OBEY, every day a
new place - give a fuck about what you say,
motherfuckers know it's over when I do Drake,
yeah, Etta James - it's a new day,
new age, new Bane when I do things,
today, fuck that - I'm Bruce Wayne,
feeling like I took a shower in some toothpaste,
dog, Padme is the boo thang,
trying to get her top off like a toupee,
used to hit him up and bolt like Usain,
now the bitches wanna catch me like a bouquet,
goddamn, it's Tuesday - need a new chain,
switch them motherfuckers up every two days,
yeah, nigga - it’s a new day, and your
favorite rappers’ all middle aged like the crusades…