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Don't compare me to these rappers Please stop all of the noise There's levels to this shit I've got 50 fucking employees Rapping ten years straight no breaks there is levels We are fucking presidential Where the fuck are your credentials? I just got a check and I spent it on houses You just got a check and you spent it on outfits Bounce was in the trap, 'till we got right (you know) I said "as soon as I blow I will get my nigga Off White" You rappers ain't up stop telling lies You made peas but you lost it because you clowns weren't penny wise Respect the rise I used to sell dead draws Now I can sell my company like a escort (fuck off) You don't believe in us Oh you hate hate Tell them niggas stop chasing hoes, get your cake straight Broke niggas, keep chasing gold diggers It's mad cos niggas with roleys are the only niggas they date (levels) Run the fuck around You were gone and like quarmy Bus your head now your hat's red like you Kanye We can do this your way We can do this our way SongtexteThink your niggas wild, my niggas wilder like Deontay Turn up to the party Jacket 3000 like I'm Andre Mum your kid blew like Beyonce I used to do moves like pilates Con was with a MAC like Ariana Grande (ha ha ha ha) I came out of real estate then guess what I went back into real estate Be careful when you drive through the G blocks Spray your windshield, definition of a screet shot Man was in GQ ay Kon' what's the issue? Bro bought the magazine like Kon' what's the issue? My bruddas are official but the fucking pigs have 'em Little gonty wiling out and got nicked with the cannon cool Yeah I don't see no challenge My bracelet cost a Volkswagon No bragging (big facts) And if I've got a problem I won't at him (never) I ain't doing no chatting I'm old fashion They've been waiting for the main event (they have) Everybody wants the crown, come and take it then (I dare you) If it don't make money it ain't making sense (nah) I had to make ends meet then I made a M (fuck off) They wanna franchise now they're making offers In business class but I hated college The headteacher kicked me out, I never went back I was sitting in the barbers when I went plat' My name rings bells like after school Sold out show we turned your road into carnival I was sitting in my jail cell scheming When I was on E-wing We weren't playing basketball I sold white and I sold budge (sold it) Now I got a restaurant and I don't cook (come see it) They say your network is your net worth Probably got half a billi in my phone book (behave) It's all smoke and mirrors till you count the scores (count 'em up) Rap game looking like the clout awards Bally on running out of scores Now I get favours from MPs and House of Lords I'm only settling for better things They said no tracksuits I bet they let me in (right) She told me that my penthouse looks like a play for Arsenal I told the concierge "bell her in" Pretty girls wanna beat, wanna pattern And I didn't plan it but her weave's on a Saturn This ain't a G-Wagon but there's gs in the wagon When we catch you we ain't tweeting it apple I want the UK artistses to take it to that next level now We've been at this level fo-for a minute We need to take it to that next stage, y'understand what I'm saying I don't care, at the end of the day, I'm in this for the paper I love the music, Swizzy loves the music, but we're in it to make money We turn our hobby into a pay roll And that's what it's about fam, y'understand what I'm saying So get your paper man flinger your dimes you don't dig for ice no more Put it round our necks Y'understand what I'm sayin, stunt on people (stunt on people, stunt on people, stunt on people) Aus Songtexte Mania