Sunuva

Yeah, yeah, he's a real bad son of a uh
Oh he's a real bad son of a uh

Yo

Trying to harness my inner J Cole
A born sinner, but that ain't finna hinder my goal (Pelé!)
Cause when I kick it, I be healing my soul
No defeat when I pick a beat and roll with it just like a center
There's no sides at my dinner
I'm the main course
You can try to keep up with my pace But you a lame horse
Ain't no way you're winning this race
Living right down the street from Churchill
You sleeping, I works till
The early morning, I place the warning
My legacy's lethal, I be Jason Bourning (Bop bop bop bop!)
All these other rappers with grace adorning
My methods on the microphone
Go ahead, try the throne (You don't want it)
No, you don't want it like this
Cause Book hit you with the right hook, right fist (Hiya!)
Twist with the left kick
Now you out like a light switch
Man, I'm a real bad son of a uh

(Yeah he's a real bad son of a uh)
Yeah I'm a real bad son of a uh
(Yeah he's a real bad son of a uh)

Yeah I'm a real bad son of a dentist
A cold menace, ice man McGinnis (Ice!)
They say I'm nice man
I don't belong with beginners (Nope!)
On the road to the top
I gotta ride along with the winners
And let the rest hit the net at the bottom like they was playing tennis (Let!)
Independence required to leave the nest
I desire acquiring success
I got that fire in my chest (Hot, hot, hot!)
I put my pen to the test
And let my words do the rest
Y'all dumb it down, moving checkers around while I'm playing chess
Just tryna be the best King Book that I can be
No protection for my enemies, no plan B
No plan C, I drive best when I can't see (I can't see, I can't see!)
Still come in first place at the Grand Prix
Fancy car screaming like a Banshee
Fans see me rolling with my hands free
Bambi, oh dear, verse of the year
And I wrote it in a minute, man Camby

Oooooohhhhh (Oh my God)
Hey, hey, they ain't get that last one

Yeah he's a real bad son of a uh
Oh he's a real bad son of a uh
Oh he's a real bad son of a uh