Mr Incredible Returns

Akachi on the beat alright, one take this
Red lean look like Cliiifford look, uh

Joey, he go dummy on the
Beat cause he's a monster
MOB is money over bitches, I'm a mobster
I just ate filet mignon and
It came with some pasta akachi on the beat
It's kickin' just like we in Sparta
You is an imposter
I'll just let you know now
If you on some fake shit
Niggas gettin' four rounds
I don't give a fuck though
I'm still in the Benzi
Countin' up the Benji's, like Edna
I'm not friendly
Mr incredible, I feel like Mr Incredible
Why? Cause I'm flexin', bro
You cannot run it up
Me, I be dashin' like Dash
Do the dash in a Bentley truck
You cannot fuck with me
I got too much power
I feel like I'm Jack-Jack
Came from the school of rock, but no
I'm not talkin' movies with Jack Black, uh
Throw it back, Helen ass, it's fat
Hit it from the back, tell
When she let me smack, look
Where is my super suit?
Niggas talk shit then we shoot at you
My nigga shock you, like Pikachu
Record myself, I don't need a stu'
I feel like Dash, I'ma run It up
Frozone wrist through the Rollie up
Jack Jack nigga with the haircut
Syndrome with it better back up
Prolly show a nigga how to gas tho
My bitch Mirage cause she bad though
Playin' around why you mad though
I feel like Edna I chill at the pad though
Bitch where the fuck is my super suit
She fuck with me but she talk to you
She prolly tell you she love you
The funny thing she call me Mr incredible
Flexing up, hella bruh
I feel like Mr incredible
In love with me, she regret it though
You wanna beef but I'm all
Bout my lettuce though, uh

My whip is black, sweet like Cody Zack, uh
Mr incredible back, I'm in the
Void wit the motherfuckin' pack, uh
Mr incredible back, I'm in the void wit the
Pack, uh, used to be flippin' them sacks
Over