| [Intro: Spose] | |
| Yeah, yeah... | |
| Dankonia... | |
| Peter Sparker, Spizzy spose...[?] | |
| It's the return | |
| [Verse: Spose] | |
| I got no lies in my lyrics | |
| [?] | |
| [?]...say Maine I got my bearings | |
| I got whole milk in my coffee | |
| Bro give me a topping | |
| I'll flip it how they wouldn't think of flipping it | |
| Funny how...[?] | |
| I got no fights I been in | |
| Size thirty my denim | |
| Interior cluttered | |
| Exterior dented | |
| I had a major label with a big amount | |
| And I wish that I hadn't spent it now | |
| Went up in smoke, now I'm broke no cash | |
| So I overdraft my check account | |
| Can't afford no reefer | |
| Can't afford no features | |
| Say my name I used to be in the game | |
| Now I'm sitting up in those bleachers | |
| My wrist still not blinging | |
| Phone still not ringing | |
| Gmail, check forty times a day | |
| But no new messages in it | |
| You wanna know what's even more | |
| My booking agent was Peter Schwartz | |
| He booked Wiz Khalifa and Mac Miller | |
| And he slept on me then re-divorced | |
| But it's like he never knew me though | |
| Finally told him it was time to go | |
| He said "OK" and he told me that my *******t reminds him of Coolio (What?) | |
| Really dude my *******t reminds you of Coolio? | |
| Is the alphabet full of numerals? | |
| Did you dudes forget that I'm super *******? | |
| That I'm proven human spewing truly moving *******t for the dudes and bros | |
| Up in Maine where it's two below and I don't rap 'bout no groupie hoes | |
| You think my *******t sounds like Coolio? (*******!) | |
| [Outro: Spose] | |
| *******... ten years of lyrical *******t... | |
| Three albums two mixtapes... | |
| Dense ass verses and I sound like Coolio...? (C'mon...) |