Flexing on they ass and now these bitches call me dad
Rip city on they ass
Graduate first class
Tell ogolo pass the gas
This the last time fore the ramadan fast
In hindsight, you niggas always gone hate me
Must be a cool thing to find a way to hate me
I know this detract from the real path
But i had to remind you dumb ass niggas
I aint that one to be tried
You better swallow your pride
Like magic johnson and stis
I'm praying for my own demise
Okay that was a bit extreme
I'm just tryna do my best
Yes
Playing my part like it's chess
Yet , i can't get to the king
Cause why go for the checkmate when i'm already king?
That's that critical thinking
If i downplay myself i'll call myself yusuf trashy
The boy who tried to rap but failed
My raps prevailed and your shit failed
Your bitch i nailed
With no delay
Even when she said she'd stay
I was in the background
Waiting for the moment
Then i took it started scoring
Make her moaning then i'm soaring above the competition
What's the opposition
When i'm mint condition
Cooking in the kitchen
With my fans they listen, to the grandiose raps
And then the haters stay comatose sleeping on this music
Always in first place bayern munich
Tried yet failed
Yusuf prevails
Yeah this a smooth song
Nothing serious yet i know someone gonna be drived delirious
Like really bitch
You can't be a lyricist
When you just chilling in the track
Well that's the point of rap
You can't be spitting in every song
With every metaphor and simile, get bored like the pope sitting in rome back in italy
And then we have the city of sicily
And the bad man in tivoli
My rhyme scheme switched like that so blissfully
Painting pictures vividly
Call me black picasso, nothing less but nothing more of pablo
Follow my motto
This the album single
That you follow so pronto
6 god, toronto
Running the game spitting his game and spitting more flames
The shit is insane
I wanna be like him
With the product of rakim
And the integrity of nas
And be a mogul like carter
And create my own blueprint
My blueprint to success and which in turn makes me wanna be succeed
So let me proceed to do this rap shit
Crazy a bit like eminem but not coming off as preachy
I write my own bars, so me being trash
You reaching
I love this feeling of being on top
Cause i ain't ever coming down
And all of the weaklings below me better drown
Being egotistical is my talent
This is only a fragment of my skill
Next track you gonna make me a doctor
Except my name ain't phil
You feel?
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Flexing on they ass and now these bitches call me dad
Rip city on they ass
Graduate first class
Tell ogolo pass the gas
This the last time fore the ramadan fast
In hindsight, you niggas always gone hate me
Must be a cool thing to find a way to hate me
I know this detract from the real path
But i had to remind you dumb ass niggas
I aint that one to be tried
You better swallow your pride
Like magic johnson and stis
I'm praying for my own demise
Okay that was a bit extreme
I'm just tryna do my best
Yes
Playing my part like it's chess
Yet , i can't get to the king
Cause why go for the checkmate when i'm already king?
That's that critical thinking
If i downplay myself i'll call myself yusuf trashy
The boy who tried to rap but failed
My raps prevailed and your shit failed
Your bitch i nailed
With no delay
Even when she said she'd stay
I was in the background
Waiting for the moment
Then i took it started scoring
Make her moaning then i'm soaring above the competition
What's the opposition
When i'm mint condition
Cooking in the kitchen
With my fans they listen, to the grandiose raps
And then the haters stay comatose sleeping on this music
Always in first place bayern munich
Tried yet failed
Yusuf prevails
Yeah this a smooth song
Nothing serious yet i know someone gonna be drived delirious
Like really bitch
You can't be a lyricist
When you just chilling in the track
Well that's the point of rap
You can't be spitting in every song
With every metaphor and simile, get bored like the pope sitting in rome back in italy
And then we have the city of sicily
And the bad man in tivoli
My rhyme scheme switched like that so blissfully
Painting pictures vividly
Call me black picasso, nothing less but nothing more of pablo
Follow my motto
This the album single
That you follow so pronto
6 god, toronto
Running the game spitting his game and spitting more flames
The shit is insane
I wanna be like him
With the product of rakim
And the integrity of nas
And be a mogul like carter
And create my own blueprint
My blueprint to success and which in turn makes me wanna be succeed
So let me proceed to do this rap shit
Crazy a bit like eminem but not coming off as preachy
I write my own bars, so me being trash
You reaching
I love this feeling of being on top
Cause i ain't ever coming down
And all of the weaklings below me better drown
Being egotistical is my talent
This is only a fragment of my skill
Next track you gonna make me a doctor
Except my name ain't phil
You feel?
Rip city on they ass
Graduate first class
Tell ogolo pass the gas
This the last time fore the ramadan fast
In hindsight, you niggas always gone hate me
Must be a cool thing to find a way to hate me
I know this detract from the real path
But i had to remind you dumb ass niggas
I aint that one to be tried
You better swallow your pride
Like magic johnson and stis
I'm praying for my own demise
Okay that was a bit extreme
I'm just tryna do my best
Yes
Playing my part like it's chess
Yet , i can't get to the king
Cause why go for the checkmate when i'm already king?
That's that critical thinking
If i downplay myself i'll call myself yusuf trashy
The boy who tried to rap but failed
My raps prevailed and your shit failed
Your bitch i nailed
With no delay
Even when she said she'd stay
I was in the background
Waiting for the moment
Then i took it started scoring
Make her moaning then i'm soaring above the competition
What's the opposition
When i'm mint condition
Cooking in the kitchen
With my fans they listen, to the grandiose raps
And then the haters stay comatose sleeping on this music
Always in first place bayern munich
Tried yet failed
Yusuf prevails
Yeah this a smooth song
Nothing serious yet i know someone gonna be drived delirious
Like really bitch
You can't be a lyricist
When you just chilling in the track
Well that's the point of rap
You can't be spitting in every song
With every metaphor and simile, get bored like the pope sitting in rome back in italy
And then we have the city of sicily
And the bad man in tivoli
My rhyme scheme switched like that so blissfully
Painting pictures vividly
Call me black picasso, nothing less but nothing more of pablo
Follow my motto
This the album single
That you follow so pronto
6 god, toronto
Running the game spitting his game and spitting more flames
The shit is insane
I wanna be like him
With the product of rakim
And the integrity of nas
And be a mogul like carter
And create my own blueprint
My blueprint to success and which in turn makes me wanna be succeed
So let me proceed to do this rap shit
Crazy a bit like eminem but not coming off as preachy
I write my own bars, so me being trash
You reaching
I love this feeling of being on top
Cause i ain't ever coming down
And all of the weaklings below me better drown
Being egotistical is my talent
This is only a fragment of my skill
Next track you gonna make me a doctor
Except my name ain't phil
You feel?
Writer: Philip Johnson-White
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