[Verse 1]
Super Koopa, paratrooper
Spit hot shit, my mic's a pooper scooper
I'm not a sneakerhead nor do I defeat the feds
I spend most of my time fast asleep in bed
Or out smokin' that mary til my lungs are dead
Have a couple bad chicks come and meet me
Gotta hope these grimey bitches don't decieve me
Niggas'll bust your head over bread
I write down words to be said instead
I'm not tryna end up dead
Not tryna be the one pumped full of lead
I just chill and take bong rips like that nigga Ted
I can show you a thing or two when it comes to the leaf
A lot of times I use it to forget about the grief
But I'm not one of them niggas who has to have it
To be happy, Can't be as happy as I want because I
Don't have a pappy, but I don't need one
Most people have two parents but I had to delete one
Betchu if I make it he'll come asking for forgiveness
Like he usually does, but I ain't tryna hear the business
I'm mindin' mines and hopefully he'll be mindin' his
But anyway I stay on my grindin' biz
Luckily I got my mom behind me in this music
Get my license and be out steady cruisin'
Not for a bruisin', body stay free of contusions
Slippers on and I'm ridin' through the city with
My homie Alex, bouta get a new pallet
To continue my art, me and music will never part
We gonna stick through it like a dart moving
Me and all my niggas in the car grooving
Pa-Pass the blunt, nigga lemme take a hit
Turn the radio down for a bit, ayo
Nigga hook up your phone, turn some
Instrumentals on, we all start freestylin'
Layin' down the fundamentals to a nice track
Attracted to the cheese, yea it stay bringin' mice back
But naw ain't no rats in my circle
Master Splinter can't fit inside a turtle shell
Make these bitches squirtle well
But I ain't even gonna try at that kind of rap
This the high and lows, can you vibe with that?

[Hook]
This the highs and lows, I designed my prose
To be the opposite, not one of them niggas
Who starts poppin' shit, This is life
And I'm livin' it to the fullest
Go to college and not end up
Riddled with bullets
9 shots to the face? Ain't happenin'
Cuz I know my place, not in a casket man

[Verse 2]
Another day more cash
More beats for me to spaz
On, gettin' my taz on
You'd think I'm the devil
The way I spit so hot, I burned the roof
Of my mouth and I think I scorched a tooth
When I recite rhymes you hear the truth
And not the bullshit some say in the booth
I've always been nervous being around cops
Stems from having to had my mary dropped
Too many times, fuck it, now I stay inside
And write too many rhymes, cohesively bonding
The words and the sounds together in the blender
Usin' my intuition to bring my ideals to fruition
Gaining the recognition of my peers while
Overcoming my childhood fears
Stage fright? Fuck that nigga I crowd surf
One of these days I'mma take a trip to the beach
Hopefully my old white flame can come with me
Hand in hand, feet in the sand, watching the waves
I remember my childhood perfectly
As a kid I used to be addicted to barney
And as a result, now I got loud purp
But I'm not a perp, naw not ever
Not tryna come off as pretentions
I'm tryna show y'all I'm clever
Evolvin', I'mma keep doin' it better
Illumination in this forever