(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T20:12-03:00 - US X2
(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the
[Verse 1: Drake]
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old
I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T.
I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?
Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super Bowl
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?
We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali
The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake
Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga
[Part II]
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm bout to
I'm 'bout to, yeah
Yeah
[Verse: Drake]
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm down to click out you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott
I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
[Outro: Drake]
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
(Pew, pew-pew)
Esimese inimese laskurrežiim, pöördume teie laulu matusele
Neile nigad, kes ütlevad, et nad tahavad meid ära, parem räägite kabinettidega '' "
Jah, neil poistel oli see lukustatud, aga ma teadsin koodi
Palju niggasid arutlevad minu numbri
Mitte kolm, mitte kaks, ma olen u-n-o
Jah
Numero u-n-o
Mina ja tibu, see pask nagu Super Bowl
Mees, see pask on neetud peaaegu suur nagu
[Salm 1: Drake]
Suur kui mis? Suur kui mis? Suur kui mis?
Suur nagu Super Bowl
Kuid erinevus on see, et nad tegid stuudios vaid kaks kutti, kes mängivad
Nigad saadavad nad mulle tavaliselt tagasi ja nad on kohutavad, täpselt nagu kaheaastane
Armastan õhtusööki mõne suurepärase naisega, kui nad hakkavad arutama, kes G.O.A.T.
Ma olen nagu pea, öelge siis, kes G.O.A.T.
Kes G.O.A.T. Kes G.O.A.T. Kes G.O.A.T.
Kelle jaoks te tõesti juurdute?
Nagu laps, kes käitub jaanuarist novembrini, nigga, on see lihtsalt sina ja Cole
Suur kui mis? Suur kui mis? Suur kui mis? (Ayy)
Suur nagu Super Bowl
[Salm 2: J. Cole]
Niggad nii janu, et mind veiseliha panna
Dissekteerige mu sõnu ja hakake liiga sügavalt välja nägema
Vaatan säutsu ja hakkan hambaid imema
Ma olen see rokk, sest ma armastan müstikat
Ma tahan mulle ikkagi YB -ga laulu saada
Ei saa usaldada kõike, mida IG -s nägite
Lihtsalt teadke, kui ma teid lahutan, veenduksin, et teate, et löön teid nagu teie helistaja ID -l
Ma nimetan albumit The Fall Off, see on päris irooniline, sest see pole minu jaoks maha kukkumine
Ikka selles litsis suureneb, nad ootavad, et laps tuleks nagu isa
Armastus, kui nad vaidlevad kõige raskema MC
Kas see on K-Dot? Kas see on aubrey? Või mina?
Meie, kolm, nagu me alustasime liigat, aga praegu tunnen end nagu Muhammad Ali
Huh, jah, jah, huh-huh, jah, Muhammad Ali
See, mida nad helistavad, kui nad sitta ei ühenda enam, tunnete, et sain selles tööd
Rhmiamin 'minuga on suurim viga
Ämblikmehe meem on mina, kes otsib Drake'i
See on nagu me värbasime teie homies deemonitegelaseks, saime nad teie ärkvel osaleda
Vihkan, kuidas mäng baaridest pääses, mees, see pask nagu vangla põgenemine
Kõik sammud, noh, kurat, siis kõik hommikusöögid ja ma olen oma taldriku puhastamiseks (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Kui ma ilmun, on see filmpilt Blockbuster
G.O.A.T. Kuldse pliiatsiga, ülemine puutetundja
Spot Rusher pihustas kogu oma sitta, saagi tolmust
Mitte Venemaa, vaid avaldage survet
Teie kraniumile on Cole automaatne, kui nad on
Poisiga staatuses, staadion
Nigga
[II osa]
[Sissejuhatus: Drake]
Ayy, ma olen selle nimel, ma olen
Ma olen "
Jah
[Salm: Drake]
Mul on see sitt klõpsata
Mul on klõpsata, woah
Mul on see sitt klõpsata
Mul on klõpsata, woah
Ma olen maas, et klõpsata teie käpast ja teha kuriteopaiga
Klõpsan kepi päästikul nagu kõrge tala
Mees, ma olin üheksateistkümneaastaselt Bentley ratas, kui ma olin
Ta helistab minu numbrile, jätab ta rippuma, ta sai kuivaks kuivaks
Ta sai androidi, tema sõnumid on laimirohelised
Otsin ühte nime ja näen lõpuks kakskümmend kical
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Mees, ma pakin nad sellesse telefoni nagu mõned sardiinid
Ja nad saadavad mulle alasti pilte, see on väikesed asjad
Sa niggad võtad ikka pilte Gulfstreamil
Mu noored rikkamad kui teie räpparitega ja nad kõik voolavad
Ma tõesti vihkan, et sa oled neile valed unistused müünud
Mees, kui teie pubi oli müügil, ostan kogu asja
Kas nad annavad mulle kunagi lilli? Noh, muidugi mitte
Nad ei taha seda juttu pidada, sest see on valus koht
Nad tunnevad poissi, seda, mida nad boikoteerivad
Ütlesin Jimmy Jamile, et kasutan Grammyt uksepeatusena
Tüdruk andis mulle pead, sest mul on seda vaja
Ja kui ma teiega keppiksin, siis pärast seda, kui ma võiksin seda süüa, mis?
Niggas räägib '', kui seda gonit korratakse
Mis kuradit, vennas? Olen Michaelist üks eemal
Nigga, peksa, nigga, peksa, mis?
[Outro: Drake]
Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis?
Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis?
Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis? Peksma, mis?
Ärge isegi makske mind tagasi, mitte ühegi nende soosimise eest, ma ei vaja seda