[Verse 1]
I’m in High School, feeling like MJ
Balling all types of ways, you couldn’t take me off the court that day
Would’ve got a triple-double if he would’ve made the play
I guess, I learned my lesson that day
Killing these dogs cause they making me sick
Ya’ll can call me Michael Vick, but I’m not in Philly though
Repping NY to the fullest
I’m a Giant and I’m still dodging your bullets
In my hood we talk about sports, money and sex
Well of course, what you think the hood is for
Get together and start zoning like the 3-2 defense
Feeling like Jay I might lift off and land where the moon is
Truthfully I really love this game
But there’s so many niggas in it making it lame
So I’m gonna use my words to make a change and bring back real hip-hop, the good’ol’days
The person ya’ll can thank for that, his name is K (that’s me)

[Verse 2]
I’m back like Jordan back in ’95
Coming back to NY and dropping double 5’s on you slimes
I’m rapping so crazy
I’m a lost music monster
Ya’ll people can’t tame me
I’m a lion in a room full of pigs
Devour ya’ll fast and have enough time to get another gig
Feeling like Wale ya’ll gonna know when I’mma make it
Cus I’mma pull up in that 600 Benz (Yeah)
Ambition part of my ambition
Learned that from Wale, guess I made a good decision
Look at me now, Chris Brown
I run my town
Where’s my crown
Lost Music S.O.U.R, I never have a frown