[Verse 1]nNow I'm so high and I'm so flynMy gear's on deck my beard ain't growed yetnI'm so on point, I'm so on onenThis is how we do it here in Philaphornian'Sco mack, toe backnThe one y'all love to blow backnI got five fingers it ain't no riddlenWhy the only one showin is the one in the middlenHey diddle diddle, the cat and the dognGoing at it over kibble out in the backyardnI drink Yak hard, y'all act hardnNow I gotta cut ya up like a MAC cardnEverybody packin a strap to sparknBut don't everybody want to scrap this ballnI'm old school wit it, no tool wit itnHead up till we fed up that's hardnSmooth sailin'nnBa da pa pa pa pa panBa da pa pa panI got the ladies sayinnBa da pa pa paaaanHell I even got my momma singingnBadia, She sayinnBadia, YeahnBadia-ia-ia-ia-ianBig Sco singin, Ba da pa pa paaaanMy big bro singingnn[Verse 2]nYou know you got me movinnI know you feel my musicnI show my G influencenAll I do is spit fluidnI'm rollin dippin smashinnI'm throwin Young AssassinnI'm growin up real fast andnAll I know is flow and rappinnThey call me Young Roscoe the Philly FanaticnSilly sporadic dippin in traffic grippin the maticnSharp as a guillotine, still a teennThe California sun just beamin as I leannPull out my cigarettes fiendin for nicotinenStraight off the Philly scene made for the silver screennIn a beamer foot on the gasolinenTell me I ain't the flyest MC you seennAnd it's all smooth sailin'nnBa da pa pa pa pa panBa da pa pa panI got the homies singinnBa da pa pa paaaanHell I even got my papa singinnBadia, He sayinnBadia, YeahnBadia-ia-ia-ia-ianI got the world singin, Ba da pa pa paaaanI got ya girl singinnn[Verse 3]nY-A high blazed step to us you get five fadesnI got four homies ain't none of 'em simplenSco-dizzle known to make the microphone sizzlenSo many women after the macknI'ma just pick one (sup) and smash in my mama 'lacnAccurate immaculate bachelor cake smashernDef Jeff let me borrow the keys to break mastersnYoung and I'm buck wild labelled as a love-childnRunnin 'em up while laying hella cuts downnI get the club shut down with this thug stylenI puff clouds and touch crowds, what now?nSick rhymes strychnine runnin through my bloodlinenPedal to the metal with one time behind menMy head's spinnin like a windmillnRollin down the 101 countin dead bugs on my windshieldnSmooth sailin'nnBa da pa pa pa pa panBa da pa pa panI got the people singinnBa da pa pa paaaanHell I even got my sister singinnBadia, She singinnBadia, YeahnBadia-ia-ia-ia-ianBig 'Sco singin, Ba da pa pa paaaanMy big bro singin