[Intro: Josh Cortes]
"Say it with your chest boy!"

[Verse 1: Josh Cortes]
Yeah, first, you need to know this ain't no cover
Switched up like with you under covers
And of all of my- oh shit, oh shit
Seen that fine ass in the gym and it don't go unnoticed
You the first girl, I noticed, oofff
This isn't a gimmick, slick but you still thinking
As this beat's drums kickin', it's the beginning
I see you, at church, at mass with that fine ass
And I see through your true colors, like stained glass
Instead of playing fuckin, who'd you smash or pass?
I'm out here fucking all them bitches in the back of the class
They getting passed so fast, more than you ever could last
I love them stretch marks on that booty, so baby don't ask
Stay yourself, be yourself
I know you want to be held, feel what you haven't felt
Shawty I'm around, I'mma be there
Where you at? smiling cheek to cheek
Saying "damn, Joshys' back" fella

[Interlude: Eric Thomas]
The old man said I "thought you say you wanted to be successful"
He 'said I do"
He said "walk a little further"
He came, dropped his head in
Held him down
Just before my man was about to pass out
He raised him up
He said, "I got a question for you?"
"When you were underwater what did you want to do?"
"When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you'll be successful!"

[Verse 2: Josh Cortes]
Who's hot? hoes turn up
Looking for my bitch, but she won't turn up
Wonder where she is, fuck could she be?
Uhh, gotta be a ho, and a slut, and a freak
I heard a couple of fellas hating but them fuck boys is weak
Got your bitch on her knees, man, sucks to be me, uh
Ain't that what ya'll wanted? Stunting on you, fellas
We the same, I ain't fucking with you, fellas
No pillow talking, cause stories spread the same
Now you window watching, hoping the next won't be the same
Just don't be dumb and do this dumb shit again
Bad, but now she's in my lane
Uhh, (Oooff) fuck a diss, you lames and you doubters
I'm undoubtedly the hottest If we just being honest
Isn't it funny, I'm just getting started
Heard guarded, But times tick toking, I know you hear me knocking
Hold your applause
In a time where the world don't praise God, only broads
Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?
And here's another thought, why don't you grab on these fucking balls hoe
What are the odds, young Josh who played soccer on the quad
Became a God
Sorry my mistake, I'm bipolar, like Ye
Think I've been manic maybe, I'm silly, my pen just crazy
My mind been pacing lately, and this gun has been off its safety
And the world is mine, thoughts streaming like I'm Spotifying
Bench press flow, this set mine
Shivers in your spine when I let this 9-trigger cry (doo-doot)
Yeah, just leave me out of your mentions
This makes twice now, I doubled what you expected
Yet, these degrees keep perplexing, see?
Maybe even too complex for me
But is this 'bout skills or if I will fail?
'Cause either fuckin' way, man, all these fellas is less than me
Uh, you didn't know I could rap
Well, your bitch is screaming like "Joshys back", uh