[Talking]

Yeah... I'm hearing a lot about how New Car Smell can't rap.
How we're just pop artists.
It's time to change that though!
Let me teach y'all how to flow, real quick!
Yo!
Let's go!

[Verse 1]

Introducing you to the J Dot B/
Killing tracks, everyday I be/
So many emcees hate on me/
Cuz I'm great as Cashius Clay... Ali/
Scattered brained but I stay on key/
Minds a mess but I stay on beat/
No days off, yeah I stay on beats/
I go to work, you should lay off beats/
Come with me in the V.I.P./
And let me see those T.I.T's/
Plus your booty's B.I.G./
You 21, let's see I.D./
2 ways for you to feel bout me/
Ride with me or D.I.E./
Me, I'm still just a K.I.D./
But I've come so far, yeah, I've paid my fees/
Sick of all the monkey business, suit and ties on baboons/
Tryna' make some money in this, send my crew to Cancun/
Favorite girl went ghost on me, makes sense, cuz that's my damn "boo"/
These hoes all lion (lyin') cheetahs (cheaters) like they grew up in damn zoos/
Carry the rap game on my back, and that's word to my tattoo/
Ain't nothing goin' hold me back, and that's word to my dad too/
What you mean "it can't be done?" We put a man on the damn moon/
So go fuck yourself if you think there's something I can't do/
Rappin' my ass off, back off, Rap God, this shit's just the interlude/
I know this what floats your boat, let me be your inner tube/
Pay attention to this drive, nice and steady, 10 and 2/
Working 10 to 10, I tend to wear out all my tennis shoes/
This just in, this Justin is digustin', when he picks up pens/
Chicks love him, no surprise she screams my name, when your dicks up in/
Her, not my fault she mixed up gin, and juice and goose, and whiskey then/
Mixed up him, wiith my dick... Apologize for the hiccup then/
"Tryna' be a rapper, J? Yo, what kind of goal is that?"/
A lofty one, I know, but I ain't never fucking holdin' back/
Am the home of hip hop, naw, I fucking own the cul-de-sac/
Legend in the making, take it you don't get the photograph?/
So when the fuck did I develop this new sense of confidence?/
This cockiness done took off like a mother fucking rocket ship/
Maybe it was when I realized girls done ripped my heart to bits/
And everything they've ever told me's always been a crock of shit/
Now I don't give a puck so go to H-E-double-hockey-sticks/
Ironic that the key to my heart was when we were locking lips/
If you ain't NCSU, F you, I scream that with all my might/
Cuz D killed you on a mixtape even though he was sorting darks and lights/
This ones for my family, my mother, father and sister/
Grandparents, aunts, my uncles, cousins and ancestors/
This is for my future life, my future wife and children/
This is for my friends, my fans, my groupies and my mans, Mista/
So take a picture through a fucking Instagram filter/
Middle finger up, don't give a fuck, don't have a damn filter/
This is for competition, my silly opposition/
Y'all need to stop and listen, cuz dammit, I'm on a mission/
Tell your man, if he don't like what's coming out his stereo/
That I will "ooooh kill 'em, kill 'em..." Bitch I'm cousin Terrio/
Cemetery burial, a deadly scenario/
When you fuck wit NCSU... Justin, David, Jerry yo/
This for anyone who wondered what New Car Smell's limit is/
For anyone who wondered if the kid J.B. was limited/
Naw, there ain't no words written on that pad or limit list/
If you don't get the gist... Bitch, I'm mother fucking limitless/
...Haha/

[Talking]

And there ya go!
Y'all saying all we make is party music
Well, what the fuck you think we're partying for?
Cuz we the best, man!
Haha... NCSU!

[Clip from Eastbound & Down]