Professor Oak, when I do flex
I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex
I think of dreams I might have
I think of dreams, so go away
Professor Oak, when I do flex
I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex
I think of dreams I might have
I think of dreams, so, so...
I don't accept stupid awards
I don't go to galas like I'm on gummiberry juice
Always remember, rapper is Fifi's second profession
The first one is a writer who'll wake up the nation someday
Just like Ras sang
I'm not a rapper, so I don't want to know rappers now
After the 18th one, I guess it'll be time to say goodbye
And I hope I'll be measuring my money in meters
I'll be a legend, I'll be Nas, I'll be like Skepta
But for now I'm putting on a mask, I'm going to give a show
A clear conscience, I don't rely on pills here
I'm getting in the car, I don't feel sleepy after all
I go somewhere, I do a trrrn, ice on the concrete, but it's not brrr
He keeps doing Gucci, I don't want to Gucci
On the main I play with Rumczi, and you were doing wrrra
Professor Oak, when I do flex
I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex
I think of dreams I might have
I think of dreams, so go away
Professor Oak, when I do flex
I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex
I think of dreams I might have
I think of dreams, so, so...
My folks can rest assured
I don't invest in pants, I prefer mansions
The bitches are like, "come touch me"
And when I see them, it's more like, "go away"
I get up at five and I write
I'm alone and I hate this silence
She'll say that I've changed again
A little bit like that, since money gives me lines
Young, young Jano, still a good guy
You buy grams of weed and I buy grams of gold
They have fun when they smoke one together
I get daily calls with, "Would you like a savings account?"
No, no, I don't want anything anymore
I don't feel anything anymore, it's all gone
Half a wheel there and half a wheel here
I call it revenge
Professor Oak, when I do flex
I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex
I think of dreams I might have
I think of dreams, so go away
Professor Oak, when I do flex
I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex
I think of dreams I might have
I think of dreams, so, so...
The alarm clock's ringing, but maybe it's a demon
When it comes to getting out of bed, I'm Professor X
I kiss on the lips, a little bit of love and a little bit of sex
And I think I'm gonna slow down a little, because I can't keep running
I check YouTube, your idol's doing flex
Maybe the tricks are cheap, but he's got an expensive tracksuit
Ghostwriters supply them lyrics pretty cheap
And in the video he looks like Ambroży Kleks
I'm dancing like Freddie Astaire
I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a hustler
I always sit quietly on the lot
Though I remember you get shivers when I scream
I don't want fans, I don't want to be famous
I'm not a star, I'm not hungry for fame
I'm not weak, seriously, these are not the times
All I want is to go with a woman to Asia
Professor Oak, when I do flex
Professor Oak, when I do flex
Professor Oak, when I do woo
I don't know your idols, I'll check my Pokédex
Everyone knows