Look, you wanna know who's in my top ten? Me, me, me and me again Run and tell them that it ain't pretend No fake news, CNN Run and tell them that I lay the pipe All my exes still sprung That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing hung What did I do to deserve this? I can tell you if you listen The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this Someone give me some detergent I just came out of the mud Wipe my sneakers on the rug No ID's for the club No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs Tell the police suck my dick like sluts I will not budge Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove They tried to kill me in my dad's truck I had a 40 in my pants tucked You know I am from the land of Young killers, no manners Put the purple in the fantas Eyes red like Santa's And now a driver pulls the van up Now they watchin' me wit' cameras Had to shut down the campus All the way to Los Angeles See ya'll got me on some trash Got me speakin' on the past Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class Like I needed these collabs Just to get these plaques No, I got plenty of 'em Man I'm solo on many of 'em Y'all know I changed rap Live shows I changed that Mosh pits since way back
My guitar, I play that Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin' on a pop star (Haaa) Power. I bloom, no flower Swisher Sweet full of sour That's a juxstaposition Shut the fuck up and listen Just to meet me in the present is a present Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order Book me a table at Beauty & Essex I don't need the menu neither Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila Used to eat Taco Bell every evening That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland Aye, worth the wait Third album on the way, y'all know I slay I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes I'm my favorite rapper alive Since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
I wonder, what now? It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?) Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit , ask anybody in the 216 If my name rings bells in them bricks, everybody know who that is So what you hate boy, you late boy You ain't heard about that great boy The 3 letter name caucas' boy Used to live right there up the way boy Man you heard about him, said the name Saw the iTunes and clicked to play You liked the shit and then bought the shit And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay
Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch And your heart stopped, you know what time it is Aye her man called me like Be humble, not now It's the Gunner, need my crown Gimme thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
