[Marlon Craft:]
Young Gentleman
'Fuck about your sentiments
Harder than some sediment
Bitch, I'm in my element
All my shit a mixture of street talk and eliquence
Sweet talk irrelvant
Keep your benevolence
I never needed it
I see a world that y'all never see
And now they begging me to quit
I'll never be legit on their terms
Left college and skipped all their demands
I was drunk at graduation, writting bars in a stance

[Eric Brand:]
Uh, in the civic, cruising on 80
Bumping music that's soothing
Skidding, bruising the pavement
He's misbehaving
Fucking drugs for entertainment
Think his brain is vacant
He's unruly, fetch the tazer
It's E, the kryptonian with slender physique
That alien flooding the streets [?]
Straw hat, tending to the farm, harvesting beats
Doing donuts on the track, the go-kart in the street

[Marlon Craft:]
I'm eatin' pasta, watching Kenny