One look up at the rafters above Boston Garden tells the whole story. Celtics pride. It's all right there Here's another one, for the fiends to smoke If reality don't make no sense, but my dreams were dope (yeah) I've been (scrollin') scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin' through my phone I searched the whole world over, then I found I was in my dome Bro, from the start, had the hardest bars, bitch, I'm Marcus Smart I go hard since the magic cards make republitards Mow my yard when I'm on the charts, I might own a shark You peers spark from your neighbor's car, haters, oh my God Local star for my vocal art, stages smoke and charred Disregard, got me broken heart, eatin' golden arch Throw a dart, hope my phone is charged before I'm blown apart I hope my daughters be like Joan of Arc, my son like Bonaparte, ay Here's a fresh batch of lies for my self-esteem So my kids could profit off it later when I'm elderly I thought by now, I'd stop rappin' But I just made too much of profit off it to stop it, it has to happen Got the best-sellin' discography, in my geography Slow-mo snow blowers in my cinematography Bro, what? You want xans? Thinkin' Speez don't touch cheese It's on my hands, I'm pepperoni My flow's so cold, Steve Austin on the zamboni Leave the beat yellow and purple, like, "Damn, Kobe!" You just gotta shake me sometimes like ketchup 'cause I wanna kill bad guys like Dexter My catalog speaks for itself, like, "Alexa Play Spose songs so that Spose could buy the Tesla!" Probably s'posed to be a hook there Whoops, where? I stole the show with the crook glare Put it out quick like it's cooked rare Preferred, 'cause my words touch kids like a book fair, hold up Look, player (whoo) this the bar type melee My first trial, certified RIAA I was doin' lyrical shit, they were doin' "A Bay Bay" I guess I hit it first with my bars, I'm Ray J Wait, hold up, Teddy I kinda feel like I should've blown up heavy Wait, you know what, Betty? I was a young woodsman, became a grown up yeti Feelin' like a used bullet, had my shot already Look, promoters better hand several grand in advance I deserve a Grammy for that album that I did with Chan Guess it wasn't in the plans Still got more paper than Jim and Pam from my fans They even got the underground shit that I did with Cam And my signature ink imprinted on their skin Between Instagram and Scribble Jam, I'm the patch of land The middle man between 2Pac and Lil Xan First in orbit, I'm John Glenn Heavy content, every song ten, call me Sean Penn Respond with an emoji to your extra long text Pockets convexed, thought my run was over, not yet More weed than a cop's desk, man, they tryin' me American anxiety, I wake up in a hot sweat I hope I see it clear before I fade away But I been runnin' shit around here, I sip some Gatorade Since I was a minor, I've been pinin' for some major pay I've endured a cavalcade of hate I deserve a alligator steak, bro, run and tell your nearest It's the three time champion who they wanna smoke a beer with Need a damn parade after I blow like a hand grenade I don't even do shit these days and I still get paid I got the guts I never got the glory for More risk than reward, public speakin' deep as quarry floor Woodsy premises, my kids in my radius I hate white supremacists, rest in peace to Alias It's twenty-two, I don't fuck with you, bimp my attitude P. Dank crew, them my bros, my dudes, oh, and Sarah too We've been through, all these ups and downs, we roll though your town Shut it down, this the people's sound, when I'm on the mound Strike!