Origineel
[Verse]
Folarin, I still demolished a starvin' artist (Woo)
Go to the jeweler in June leave in December prolly
I chase profit you say my name they change topics
So, don't start if you can't back up like Blaine Gabbert (Woah)
Don't hate rap I just hate rappers that like perpin' (What)
Real ice on fake niggas or vice versa
Paranoia is real for me they like lurkin'
So every party we real heavy with light searchin'
Cloud surfing, she on the cloud with me
You still in y'all feelings, I'm in the style section
A niggas style somethin' they can never grasp
Every beat I smash like I'm Ike, snake, cloud or Kirby
They not observin' they try ignore me they try murk me
Try block what I've done and it's somehow workin'
I should come back with a gun before they try to hurt me
Had that bitch ringin' so much I retire his jersey
I'm Bill Russell 'til the shift's over
And when its final I still got a chip on my sh—
You know what? that's a chip on my shoulder (What?)
Only switch up on niggas with nintendo controllas
Gotta switch the flow up like Rick Flair got a million rollies
These niggas scared for four figures they breakin' all your legs (Woo)
Love, loyalty, I love love and loyalty
Drop a bag on little things like corner store employees
See I always had the passion to pass niggas before me
But I'm always in the shadow of average niggas with more funding
Yeah, awards season see, no one love me
No more friends, no more fans, no one's more lonely
I be playin' solo, I don't know nothing
Fuck the game, just the bands like it's homecoming
That's how I'm coming that Cole shit got me so hungry
Boy I'm so stubborn Abloh can't make me call *beep*
Never mind what I was about to say
Covered Complex they cannot fuck with me musically
I'ma hit this Henessey I ain't cool with this industry (Uh)
I don't call niggas opps they a opportunity for a reef (Sheesh)
My 16 require white sheets
Quiet churches, a choir service when I speak
Y'all niggas should stop thinking they near me
Fathered niggas I stop seeing I dead beats
Raw poetry my pen full of kerosene
Mic full of that lighter fluid and mind you this light to me (Uh)
Nobody noticing but they all aware of me (Uh)
I'm so prepared to leave I got this beat and left it two week (Uh)
My nigga too weak, yeah, nigga too weak, too weak
We was born good enough we just wanna be great, yeah
Vertaling
[Verse]
Folarin, I still demolished a starvin' artist (Woo)
Ga naar de juwelier in juni vertrekken in december prolly
I chase profit you say my name they change topics
So, don't start if you can't back up like Blaine Gabbert (Woah)
Don't hate rap I just hate rappers that like perpin' (Wat)
Real ice on fake niggas or vice versa
Paranoia is real for me they like lurkin'
So every party we real heavy with light searchin'
Cloud surfing, she on the cloud with me
You still in your'all feelings, I'm in the style section
A niggas style something they can never grasp
Every beat I smash like I'm Ike, snake, cloud or Kirby
They not observin' they try ignore me they try murk me
Proberen te blokkeren wat ik heb gedaan en het werkt op een of andere manier
Ik zou terug moeten komen met een pistool voordat ze me pijn doen
Ik heb die trut zo vaak laten rinkelen dat ik zijn shirt met pensioen heb gestuurd
Ik ben Bill Russell tot de dienst voorbij is
En als het voorbij is heb ik nog steeds een chip in mijn sch...
Weet je wat? Dat is een chip op mijn schouder. (Wat?)
Only switch up on niggas with nintendo controllas
Gotta switch the flow up like Rick Flair got a million rollies
Deze nikkers zijn bang voor vier cijfers en ze breken al je benen.
Liefde, loyaliteit, ik hou van liefde en loyaliteit
Drop a bag on little things like corner store employees
Zie je, ik had altijd de passie om nikkers voor me te passeren
But I'm always in the shadow of average niggas with more funding
Yeah, awards season see, no one love me
Geen vrienden meer, geen fans meer, niemand is eenzamer
I be playin' solo, I don't know nothing
Fuck het spel, alleen de bands alsof het thuiskomst is
Dat is hoe ik kom, die Cole shit heeft me zo hongerig gemaakt
Boy I'm so stubborn Abloh can't make me call *beep*
Never mind what I was going to say
Covered Complex, ze kunnen niet met me rotzooien op muzikaal gebied.
I'ma hit this Henessey I ain't cool with this industry (Uh)
I don't call niggas opps they a opportunity for a reef (Sheesh)
My 16 require white sheets
Quiet churches, a choir service when I speak
Jullie nikkers moeten stoppen met denken dat ze bij mij in de buurt zijn.
Vaderlijke niggas zie ik niet meer als doodlopers
Ruwe poëzie mijn pen vol kerosine
Mic vol van die aanstekervloeistof en let op dit licht aan mij (Uh)
Niemand merkt het op maar ze zijn zich allemaal bewust van mij (Uh)
I'm so prepared to leave I got this beat and left it two week (Uh)
My nigga too weak, yeah, nigga too weak, too weak
We zijn goed genoeg geboren, we willen gewoon geweldig zijn, ja