Extend yo fists, we talking hands, not talkin′ bout extendo clips

Right now I'm goin′ to class with nothing in my bag but a Nintendo Switch

I don't hit no licks, no big, but this shit lit, no bicShit lit, no wick, moving like Dwight at the three-point line, that's brick on brick

I almost caught a felony when I was seventeen

That last bar was a lie but it kinda help me with my self-esteem

It′s kinda ironic how all these little dweebs is checkin me

I guess it′s simple to say that the Sensei is a special breed

Higher than the empire DS lobbed me the special weed

When I was finished I Googled the recipe for the special seeds

Those last two bars was lies but it really help my self-esteem

I'm finna kick it to Jarhead like we was playing special teams, uh

Y′all niggas Forever 21, looking fake supreme

But I'm a savage seeing red like when niggas bleed

Y′all pretty boys acting tough like Michael B in Apollo Creed

But best believe the Sensei, got what you niggas need

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Imma name this track a freestyle even though it really isn't

Even though it kinda is, I′m freely giving mental image

I'm rappin' like I donated not one, but both my kidneys

And I won′t meet a donor until I′m well into my twenties

Or thirties, or fifties, pourin' forties ′till I'm sixty

Pourin′ forties 'till I′m tipsy, sippin' 'till the bottle′s empty

I feel the bottom liftin′, I feel my spirit liftin'

I feel the ether shiftin′, either that or I'm just trippin′

And that's Jarhead in the kitchen

Master of none, it′s strictly business