[verse 1]
after all these hard times that i went through/
i’m like an emperor trying to find a new groove
my name means “the little king”, they should be crowning me
i must be going deaf cuz i can’t hear the people doubting me
i got myself into some moments of heat
i can’t believe that i let myself get off-beat
hey, when i make moves, it’s at my own tempo
i stay so low-key, not even my friends know/
what i’m gonna do next - shit, neither do i
i didn’t even think i’d give this shit another try
got some bass in my voice, now i’m speaking loudly
n****s act fake surprised when i’m speaking loudly
they be like "damn Ryan, i thought you was quiet"
nobody would expect me to start up a riot
let me go grab a can of gas & some matches
and i’ma watch the bridges burn like cigarette ashes, yeah

[hook - 4x]
i move to the beat of my own drum (it’s at my own tempo)

[verse 2]
after all these hard times that i went through/
i’m like an emperor trying to find a new groove
and i’m tryna get it back like Stella
i’m not a rat, but i get the cheese - mozzarella
yeah, that’s a reference to my money… so what?
at least i’m not talking ‘bout doing drugs so much
cuz i’m not playing with my life no more/
but you gotta play the game if you really wanna score
only thing i’m worried about is making my paper
i’ma be ballin’ like i’m with the Lakers
i’m hopping on the beat, moving at my own tempo
and it’s old school like a Super Nintendo
said i’m hopping on the beat, moving at my own tempo
and it’s old school like a Super Nintendo

(yeah… that’s it.)