ABC Interlude

[Verse 1] A-yo I’m trying to B great I’m trying to C weight Slated for the hall of fame like D-Wade Watch me schmooze with Hebrews on E! News Like damn, this man got so many F-in G’s Either grams or grands Grammys with standing ovations, just hand me the keys Hands: Put your H together for I, hi fans, here’s my acceptance speech You’re not there yet J, its K, we can go for an L-cruise Smell smoke and get well boozed Raps, can tell who really listens to them Sound waves have no color so no callin me M Always pointed towards N, cause my dick is magnetic O now you wanna be friends? bitch that shit is pathetic Spit it alphabetic, I’m the best, nah, not yet But this shit is prophetic I’ll P on your face, son keep ya feet in the race Ya chasin, but your girls gotta faster pace Don’t believe her if she say she just felt the tip 5 put the tip to the felt, and let the shot rip: Pool Q. I school dudes, here’s the lesson R ya ready? No questions, already ended the session Freshen up, girl, and S my balls, that’s free But not my tickets when I’m running through your city like the T U want to pay me for getting crowds hyped like Ibiza? No visa, I take V-cards, check please, nice to meet ya Stars out, get the hubble dude, what, ya tryna sleep? My skill is W. Got that X-factor so Y woulda guy Z?