Verse 1 Everybody my son, I don’t even debate it, Whole scene sound like my old rough draft, outdated. They drop and I yawn, that’s not even hatred, That’s just me bored of the bars they created. I ain’t impressed, I’m barely awake, Half of y’all careers built off my mistakes. I experiment once, y’all copy for years, Then call it a “wave” like I wasn’t the spear. I sneeze on a beat, it’s a seasonal shift, Y’all freeze on a bar like you seen a gift. I don’t compete, I condition the room, Soon as I breathe, everybody assume. Verse 2 They want a response, I don’t feel provoked, You diss for attention, I breathe and you choke. I don’t need smoke, I am the climate, Every time I rap, temperature violent. They study my flow like finals in May, I freestyle better than your album day. Everybody my son, and I don’t co-parent, You borrowed the style and made it apparent. They call it “inspired,” I call it recycled, I changed the cycle, y’all stuck in a cycle. You need validation, I need ventilation, Too many clones in my circulation. Verse 3 Cocky? Yeah. Careless? Definitely. Still the best option objectively. They scream “GOAT” but it sound like rehearsal, I breathe one verse, it’s universal. They ask for a feature, I ask for a fee, Then double the price ‘cause it’s coming from me. I don’t shake hands, I redesign deals, My silence louder than half of they reels. They want a war, I don’t even spar, You shadowboxing a shooting star. I don’t throw shots, I tilt the stage, Make everybody else look underage. Verse 4 Half of these rappers my side quests, I don’t remember they names, I just guess. They build personas, I build presence, They chase hype, I bend dimensions. Every time I drop, somebody recalculating, Like “why his throwaways still dominating?” I don’t rush bars, I marinate lines, Even my filler got better design. They tweet like villains, rap like temps, Every time I speak, it reset they attempts. I don’t chase beef, I walk past cattle, Whole career fragile, mine titanium-plated metal. Verse 5 Everybody my son, no daycare needed, You rap for applause, I rap undefeated. You want the throne? Cool, take a seat, It’s decorative — I stand on beats. I don’t argue, I escalate, Every verse I drop recalibrate. Careless with it, but calculated, Even my throwaways gold-plated. I don’t need promo, I am the push, Whole timeline freeze when I just look. You want a crown? Go print one out, Mine came natural, no doubt. Verse 6 I move like I’m bored of being elite, Like this whole app just practice for me. They try to gang up, I multiply, Every clone I see just prove I’m prime. I don’t beef down, I punch up time, My competition yesterday’s headline. They think they next, I’m still now, Difference between hype and know-how. Everybody my son, that’s lineage talk, You learned how to rap from the way that I walk. Careless grin, immaculate pen, I don’t even try and I still transcend.

MY SONS