Rookie Of The Year Lyrics

Back in the sack

With a classic

Young E3 with the magic

'93 Shaq

And I'm rackin'

Up all the threes

And I'm higher than average

Meaner than most

But who's askin?

I am a champion

Go to South Beach

Or the Hamptons

Kick my feet up

And start laughin'

This is a message

To all of you rappin'

Need to pack up

And stop braggin'

Look

Problem I have is

All of you rap with no backing

Proof or the facts that

This is not you

Who is trapping

Milk all the game

For the stacks

What you just made

Is some trash

That's what I don't understand

How are you just gonna cap

You are not you when you rap

Go get a snicker to snack

I, satisfy with my raps

Miles high with my bag

Samurai on tracks

Give you a slice of that jack

Cheddar in cash

I am just better on tracks

Fuck your advice

On how to do rap

Started it light

But let's run it back

Give me a beat

And I'll chop it in half

Slicin' it, Samurai Jack

(Uh!)

Lyrics too clean

So put 'em on wax

A needlepoint dream

I'll give it a stab

Thoughts that I bleed

Will leave you a scab

Scarrin' the teens

I'll trample your dad

I am the king

So kneel on the land

I'm feeling so free

As I am the man

Of killing these beats

And murdering tracks

Look!

With my kind of plan

I'm bound to succeed

So remember that

As I work with green tea

Just like those leaves

I'm just in my bag

So sit with me please

I put down the hat

And moved to new things

I'm bigger than that

So just wait and see

The future of rap

Is me, E3

I promise you that

You'll stay seein' me

In first and not last

Like fuck it

I'll never let up on the gas

So whoever said that I'm cringey and trash

I'd like to see your ass up on a track

I'm on the beach

With my feet up to laugh

As I'll repeat

My message to rap

When you go speak

Remember that

When you're not in first

You're gunnin' for last

Cause youngin' E3

Is running all rap

Yeah!