Get off my cockpit, Your weighing down my rocket, Shes shootin hard for my stars, Fallin short shes sure to plummet, Knownin I was in orbit she was reachin for me closer, Launchin out her lasso, To lower me slow my soarin, But mi casas in the cosmos, My high don’t fall for no one, So sorry don’t follow me, Young determined during this segment, My focus is not one love, Get level with me hun, Im gone...Im gone...Im gone...

Hook: Gotta move on, haters gonna hate, Some won’t ever accept it, Especially the bitter bunch, Sometimes you gotta close your ears and block em, Fuck em all they don’t wanna see you succeeding, You gotta accomplish, This is that pompous shit, That pompous shit, that pompous shit, See what Im rockin with?

I was in the cypher just freestyling, Free thinkin just wildin, While the crowd was vibing, I was pitching poetry in the pocket, Dodging the beat box when it started, Words slurred in currents, Content stream of conscious, Crowd rocked non stop, Hip Hop the art of all I love was in effect like cause is, Constant bobble bobble, Head nods, Follow my blah blah, I was on, Spotlight over the dome, Faces in the crowd geekin, Then I caught that single frown mean muggin, He seemed peeved, Please man, Take off your cool, You ain’t foolin me, Your foolin yourself, Bown down to the almighty cypher king, When I rhyme please free your mind and dig the vibes, Dont pose and politic, Be a part of the party bitch!, Its always a douche that feels like he knows all of Hip Hop, “if you ain’t Drake or some starlet, Your art is garbage” So I spit raw regardless, Pompous with confidence, Those that doubt yall can just, Swallow dicks and gargle piss, Either spit or stuff those judgments where the sun don’t shine, aight?, I don’t need the negative, Flee the scene and let me live, Pompous with a purpose, Dead that BS cause it kills my vibe, For real...Yall on that pompous shit, That pompous shit...