It's all uphill, bros over broads no Jill
New Jack's in the City making bills
And I can't stay still
Your so called hit records pop out when I play the field
I'm going from empty clean to filthy pockets
Snakes feel the guilty conscious, when I see them watching
Big mouths talk little gossip
Maximum potential ain't for minimum profit Eh Eh
You know it's my shine, keep the stage lights on
And ima rhyme all day, night, dawn
Cuz I'm Shure to swing this mic, like it's lacrosse
The effect is you get left so just get right with the cause
Look at the skin color, the flow is sick brother
Smooth as slick butter, till I go six under
You want truth you know who to trust
I'm leaving all them crushed, cuz lyrically I must, the kid is next up.

Chorus
The kid is next up, the rest better duck
I've seen too much and the kid had enough
Guess what, I'm next up (3x)

Goin back to the bench 3 strikes no luck
My turn to post up, home run

Guess what, I'm next up (3x)

Verse 2
I'm officially in the house and lyrically built to slaughter
Dozen emcees every quarter dog I meets the quota
The next at bat, where my met cap at
You know I'm rolling like a winner let me show you where the head cracks at
4, 5, 6 kid, I be on my ish boy
Full course meal filled all up on my dish boy
Tight full grip, stone fist, crush emcees quick, don't flinch boy
I'm feeling real fly so, ima take flight here
Kick raps fresh white Nike airs, bright clear
Pure Korean blood, reppin' the stars and stripes here
The buzz bout to be ahead by light years
And lyrically I'm smoking dolo and you can't see this
Like I fiend for some of California's greenest
See Jay leanin', freeway speedin' in the Lex truck, guess what, I'm next up

Chorus
The kid is next up, the rest better duck
I've seen too much and the kid had enough
Guess what, I'm next up (3x)

Goin back to the bench 3 strikes no luck
My turn to post up, home run

Guess what, I'm next up (3x)