Intro:
N.C.
Alright, weʼre live in the homieʼs backyard right now
Today, me and Cordae steppinʼ in the cypher
Whatʼs Gucci?
Am
How can I be homosapian? Iʼm high as an alien
Both of my lungs are in training
Iʼm burning pounds, but not inside a gymnasium
Em
This off the cranium, this is a nuclear weapon, my bars are uranium
(Ah) Iʼm spittinʼ fire
This must be House of the Dragons, Iʼm a Targaryen
Am
I donʼt deal with pussies, Iʼm not a veterinarian (Nah)
But I might educate and slap a pussy boy like a disciplinarian (Woo)
Em
I got a lotta skater homies thatʼll hit a ramp and Do a varial
I got a lotta mob ties, put you up under the sea with Ariel (Damn)
Am
I got syrup in my cereal (Yeah), I blow an O like a Cheerio (Woo)
I shook his hand, but I didnʼt like his vibe so I used antibacterial (On God)
Em
Iʼm too sick, no vanerial, but I must be a disease
ʼCause the way that my competition keep on trying but dying
Iʼm tellinʼ you this is a burial
Am
There he go, laying six feet while I stand ʼ» in these new kicks
Sittinʼ in a double R with the double X roof print
Cigar in my mouth like the cover of the blueprint
Em
This leopard interiors animalistic
My middle fingerʼs a characteristic
You hear this voice in my lower intestine?
Thatʼs my competition, Iʼm cannibalistic
Am
How can I be homosapian? Iʼm a fucking alien
How the fuck could you say that I fell off?
I just sold out a stadium
Em
Crazy I didnʼt have a date to prom
ʼCause now Iʼm like «Look who Iʼm marrying»
I came outta Cleveland and now the timezone Iʼm in is Australian
Am
Wait, last week it was London, had Skepta at the function
Wembley and its shutdown pre show
And we backstage, and you know what we crumblinʼ
Em
Stepped out ʼcause the man them thought he was a big dog
So I had to son him
Test me and we spray like Jetski turn it to a danceoff
Make ʼem start krumpinʼ
Am
Uh, how can I be misogynistic? I love all my bitches
Grandma used to whoop a nigga with switches
That was way before the switches
Em
I was just talking to Kells and he told me pull up at the crib
He gonʼ throw on a beat (Yeah)
You can be born in motherfuckinʼ Antarctica
Promise that nigga ainʼt colder than me (Uh)
Am
I was just talking to God and he told me I got it
Donʼt worry, itʼs all taken care of
Yaʼll niggas stay on the blogs, I stay on the rise
So please just Do not compare us (Uh)
Em
Iʼm from the city where niggas gonʼ make you pay tariffs (Yeah)
Them niggas strapped like the sheriff (Yeah)
Promise my whole family good if a nigga gonʼ perish
They in my will like a Ferris
Am
Ay, hop in the coupe when in London Iʼm off a bar
So I canʼt properly function
Ay, I buy real estate when niggas is bored
Damn, my monopoly jumpinʼ
Em
Ay, real music may not get the awards, but you cannot stop the consumption
Ay, Go outside, think you donʼt need a strap
That was a sloppy assumption
Am
Ay, I know Iʼm far from a gangsta, rest in peace Juice
That boy armed and he dangerous (Yeah)
Run up on bro, better call you an angel
My dick so long, that shit fall to my ankles
Em
Ay, stop playinʼ, boy, Iʼm done with the jokes
That albumʼs trash that you dropped for them folks
Disappointed but Iʼm Prada my coat
Iʼm cominʼ soon, we unlocking the vault
Outro:
N.C.
That felt great
Yeah, yeah
That felt really good
