Check my vibe, got cassette in my deck Style so tight, like I'm rockin’ a tech Shades in the night, still dodgin' the check Mom yellin' loud, but I'm chasin' respect I got Reebok, I stomp with the pump Drip so broke, but I call it a flex-jump Chillin’ like fridge, still rappin’ like lump Bars so cold, got the beat in a slump Took the bus out, call it whip of the week Ate a corn dog, feelin’ gritty and sleek Tried to flirt hard with a mannequin freak Told the crew, "Yo, she gave me a peek" Old Walkman bumpin’, feelin’ fly with fatigue Starter jacket squeakin’ like I’m ballin’ in the league Pogs in my pocket, slammer game prestige Pager beepin’ daily — but it’s just my liege I still wear my pain like a vintage tee Scratchin’ old tracks, thinkin’ that's the key Lost in the sound of a dusty beat Tryna heal my cringe with a lo-fi heat Dreams on delay, but I play them slow Flip phone glow in the midnight flow Every awkward line, every missed reply Still I loop that tape and I tell it: "Fly" Snapback crooked, got my chain from the gacha Walk like a don, call me dollar-store raja Sippin’ that soda, it’s melon – no matcha Binder got “YOLO” – my gospel, my mantra I spit rhymes on my flip phone screen Did a freestyle once at my grandma’s canteen Moonwalked hard, slipped clean on the green Posted that clip, said “I’m rap machine” My room’s my turf, and my desk is the block Lava lamp burnin’ while I practice my talk Mixtape’s trash, but the case? Pure shock CD-R flame with a glittery mock Capri Sun poppin’, write my bars on a trapper FUBU fit crisp, lookin’ like a failed rapper Tamagotchi gone, funeral in my binder AOL connectin’… modem scream like a viper I still rock my swag like it’s '93 Posin’ with socks in my MTV tee Flexin’ too hard on a swivel seat Tryna mute my shame with a lo-fi beat Dreams in a box with my old G-Shock Flip phone rings, but it’s Mom — no shock Every pose I struck, every “yo” I cried Still I play that clip and pretend I tried I still feel that breeze from my old school days Songs in my head, but they fade in haze Echoes of laughs in the hallway light Tryna fix my past with a beat so slight Dreams in the drawer where the stickers stay Texts I saved but forgot to say Every broken plan, every silent cry Still I hum that tune and I don’t know why No crowd, no stage, just the room and the rain Echoes of rhymes that forgot my name Tape still spinnin’ on a secondhand deck And I press rewind... just to feel that wreck
