House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (facts)
I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
nice avi you got there op
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the s*** out you
This right here is one of the hardest sequences OAT:
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b****es is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God comin'
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
But when the s*** get brackin', don't you ask for me
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
hit different after i rewatched ye's saint pablo rant.
how many leaders gone tell you the truth after me
HOE, JAY Z HALL OF FAME, SIT YO PUNK ASS DOWN
“So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping
So that mean no more playing the back scenes
My spot is solidified if you ask me
My name is identified as “that King”
Uhhh 0 to 100 exist
Oh wait 5 am in Toronto exist
Stop it right there doesn't trust issues exist
This right here is one of the hardest sequences OAT:
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b****es is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God comin'
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
But when the s*** get brackin', don't you ask for me
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
MY FANS CAN'T WAIT FOR ME TO SON YOUR PUNK ASS AND CRUSH YOUR WHOLE LIL S***.
I'LL BIG PUN YOUR PUNK ASS
YOU A SCARED LIL B****
TIP TOEIN AROUND MY NAME NIGGA YA LAME
MY FANS CAN'T WAIT FOR ME TO SON YOUR PUNK ASS AND CRUSH YOUR WHOLE LIL S***.
I'LL BIG PUN YOUR PUNK ASS
YOU A SCARED LIL B****
TIP TOEIN AROUND MY NAME NIGGA YA LAME
“So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping
So that mean no more playing the back scenes
My spot is solidified if you ask me
My name is identified as “that King”