Han Solo

Been about 4 years and I'm still here Took a lot of L's, but defeat I can't fear Mr Han Solo coming grab a shiny pair of pom poms Give it to my mama, she'll be cheering 'til her arm's gone Tell her that her only son is going international It feels magical to travel to the mother land I gotta bring my tom tom, navigate the capital So radical though I'm just another man I'm hearing my alarm clock, time to wake up rapido Grabbing the salonpas, zeal I got is flammable Burning brighter every day I feel it in my mandible Fire breathing dragon giving life into your soul Long pause Y'all think believers are making knock offs Why you only settling for tapas Let's take it to the HNL and pop off God over everything and you can never stop us You know the deal we keep it trill I don't think they're ready for the real Okay my whole squad's in the building And we're making noise 'til we blow the whole ceiling off I'm going harder than I've ever been For this life worth dying for, the evidence In a man who died for every sin arrivederci To my vagabond ways I'm a resident woo ha How you like me now, boi You can try to steal my joy, throw the towel, boi woo ha Fighting tough for thirty rounds, boi Jealousy and envy love to stay on the prowl, boi Oh no, oh no don't bring me in that corridor Or that four door cause my coronary won't ignore it Gloating for it issued court orders for the gore Plus the coroner isn't going for it Bring a quart of water, running for The Glory Am I baffling the people with these allegories Is it weird I'm not bashful or coy Going 0 to 100, airbag will deploy I'm wylin' on this beat, I'm a rebel with a cause Mr Han Solo living like I'm on the winning squad I ain't flexing with a Rolex, oh yes I'm about that frugal life tryna bounce no checks Hmm, I'm tryna be a man so rise up To the occasion, to the high call wise up But this Peter Pan is really tryna beckon me To eat a couple peppers off the juvenile tree no way I'd rather have Mcnuggets with a bowl of rice Notarize a horde of fries and kimchi on the side I ain't crazy, yea I grew up on this menu At the cleaners every Saturday morning, man, I tell you That my mom and papa showed me how to work and how to hustle Working every muscle raising kids in this puzzle Called America, the land of plenty and Versace dreams Mine was more like Japaghetti, you know what I mean