StarBoy

Your bro still hasn’t heard the tape, huh?
Alright, just one
Your bro’s a joke
I am a motherfucking star boy like The Weekend
I’ve been a legend for a long time, not Chrissy Teigen (man)
That’s why every goal has to turn into achievement
I’m counting on the egg even if I have to get a chicken pregnant
I write well and don’t even use spell check
In the game, I’m ahead like Harry Kane, you all better step back
I’ve passed you and I think it’s bad luck because I’m a black cat
Yeah, I’m an ace, if you put me next to Valete it’s blackjack
You can throw stones, I’m not Goliath
Can’t fuck with me like I’m on those days
I got the juice, grocery stores
What I do in the booth you only do in the sinks
You bald by choice, empty heads
John, your bars don’t stop me, Ananias
Bitch I’m the boss, where are the perks?
Money talks, sorry... What were you saying?
Forget it because it doesn’t matter, trash and your track? (What?)
I swear I can’t tell Star Wars from Star Trek (I don’t know)
That’s why your show, I heard it sounds like a soundcheck (Empty)
Send me straight to the future like Samurai Jack
And how do you want beef with a King John?
I ignore until I’m dried meat
I’m gonna die on top, King Kong
I’m the one, I’ve never been weak, John
Same blood, super group
We’re gaining space without much fight
Me and Lizzy are both number ones
We can only play kickball
And if your girl has our numbers
One of us already gave her a blow job
She also wanted to see a blow job
Without needing a magnifying glass, so mutual blame
And I feel sorry for those other rappers
Who thought they’d be heard just because I went to Tuga
They were thinking they’d make history in no time like it’s a duo
I just look, a burka
Because me and the game are always together like a duo
Long years on the road, bro, no fines
Yeah, now I’m trynna get paid (young money money)
Because in the booth I’m one of those convincing
I’ve messed up, I know, just was watching ships
Wasn’t seeing the game but crossed that way (get it)
Bank of Mozambique of the game, everyone wants my new works
I killed these niggas, no need for a jury
When you guys sing it’s to put people to sleep, antonyms of roosters
Niggas, a dude fucks, especially those who think they’re high
And I feel sorry for the devil, he can’t beat me even with fatigue
He saw me shy, deduced failure, confused Joker with clown
I’ve convinced that these niggas aren’t for bars like I’m a lawyer
You guys when you rap it’s sad, thank God it’s not my case
And how do you want beef with a King, John?
I ignore until I’m dried meat
I’m gonna die on top, King Kong
I’m the one, I’ve never been weak John