It goes sumn like this, sumn like that

Sumn like Crisco popping out the pan

Love to San Francisco, West to the East coast

Bumping this beat then bring it on back

It goes sumn like this, ball up my fists

Hands on the mic when I'm talking my shit

I wish I could be Preemo, but I'm swinging on the hats

Who's that Filipino, yeah, killing on the track

They would ask me for years where I thought all these raps gon go

And as the time I passed, I stopped moving gung ho, but fuck it

Goes sumn like this, sumn like that

Sumn like Crisco popping out the pan

Love to San Francisco, West to the East coast

Bumping this beat then bring it on back

I kept in on the DL, I kept it off the main

Did excel and e-mails for labels that don't pay

Don't listen, don't care, don't miss 'em, won't play

School made me feel unviable with what I made

My hero loved my raps and he said it to my face

Was on the verge of quitting when I threw away my shame

Felt my worth, my heart felt a turn

5 years in somebody felt my words

So there's no concerns, I never feel like kicking all my shit to the curb

Uh, it goes sumn like this