Made In Qatar

No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah-eh
Yeah

When they talk about music, they have to talk about me
Here everyone put up the bench and when they felt the vibe
I've hit two hundred home runs, I've moved on from just hitting
Free agent at thirty, I'm LeBron at his peak
Mere, blow job, I'm the one from the pope, I have the street on me
Karaoke singer, check out the Spoti, I'm like Messi in Argentina

I'm a prince in Qatar, I haven't tired of spending
You're 100x35, I'm the world FIFA
Who are you going to snore at? If I restarted the game
If I start a record label, I can sign them all

Why are you snoring at me?
I'm the defense, the one who leaves them without a jump
Like El Father, I'm going to hit them with the Tonka
I'm the BM, the McLaren
I'm alone in my corner, if there's war, let them declare it

Why are you snoring at me?
I'm the defense, the one who leaves them without a jump
Like El Father, I'm going to hit them with the Tonka
I'm the BM, the McLaren
I'm alone in my corner, if there's war, let them declare it
Why are you—?

The movie in high definition, you're not up to it here
Three hundred and not from Sparta, don't look for me to break you
Even if they put collars on you, even if they read your cards
I was like Noah, I took them on my ark

The hit is in the backpack, the stick doesn't jam
They think I'm a big shot, that I'm moving white
You're a hater, you're bitten because your baby gets soaked
You are artists, but I am the brand

Why are you snoring at me?
I'm the defense, the one who leaves them without a jump
Like El Father, I'm going to hit them with the Tonka
I'm the BM, the McLaren
I'm alone in my corner, if there's war, let them declare it

Why are you snoring at me?
I'm the defense, the one who leaves them without a jump
Like El Father, I'm going to hit them with the Tonka
I'm the BM, the McLaren
I'm alone in my corner, if there's war, let them declare it
Why are you—?