Student of the Game

I'mma always be a student of the game, but teaching the teacher's a regular

After writing raps in the hallway in high school, I completed my metaphors

And I said OK when she threw it up, she the goddess of asses, call her Epona

She too light-skin, what you do to my retinas, beauty so blinding, et cetera

I met her instead of the limelight, so when I get it I'mma be ahead of 'em

I was top 5 10 from 7 to 11 then I saw that no one's a veteran

Then I got even better again, now my rhymes tight and I got a plethora

I'm a lone wolf when I'm in the booth on the mic, spit the whole truth, then I sing a tune

Niggas want beef, what you gon' do, can you bring a beat you produced with your own two hands

And a flow they can't tell if it's old or new

I control the pans well, I could slow the loop

I could smoke a vamp, hell, I can mold a groove