(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
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-06T12:37-03:00 - ES X
(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 2: 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 '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 3: 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 Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed 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 beat demon deacons, we got 'em attending a wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss, 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 pin, 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 down 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 is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
My youngers 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 Jim and Jammer 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, wait
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]
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) Način prve osebe Shooter, vaše skladbo smo na pogrebu
Zanje črnuha, ki pravijo, da se bodo odpravili, raje se pogovarjate "v kabini
Ja, fantje so ga zaklenili, vendar sem poznal kodo
Veliko črncev debatin 'moje številke
Ne trije, ne dva, jaz sem u-n-o
Ja! Numero U-N-O
Jaz in Drizzy, to sranje kot Super Bowl
Človek, to sranje prekleto skoraj veliko kot -
[Verz 2: Drake]
Veliko kot kaj? Veliko kot kaj? Veliko kot kaj?
Velik kot Super Bowl
Toda razlika je v tem, da sta v studiu samo dva fanta, ki sta igrala v studiu
Niggas ponavadi pošljejo verze nazaj in so grozni, tako kot dveletni
Obožujem večerjo z nekaj lepimi ženskami
Ko začnejo razpravljati o tem, kdo je G.O.A.T
Jaz sem kot "Pojdi", reci potem, kdo je G.O.A.T.?
Kdo je G.O.A.T.? Kdo je G.O.A.T.? Kdo je G.O.A.T.?
Za koga se zares lotiš?
Kot otrok, ki deluje slabo od januarja do novembra, nigga, samo ti in Cole
Veliko kot kaj? Veliko kot kaj? Veliko kot kaj? (Ayy)
Velik kot Super Bowl
[Verz 3: J. Cole]
Niggas tako žejni, da me spravijo v govedino
Sekstin 'moje besede in začnite videti' pregloboko
Gledam tvite in začnem zanikati zobe
Jaz sem dotika, ker imam rad mistiko
Še vedno mi želim dobiti pesem z yb
Ne morem zaupati vsemu, kar ste videli na IG
Samo vedite, če vas bom razjezil, poskrbel bi, da veš, da te udarim, kot da sem na tvojem imenu klicatelja
Naredim album The Fall Off, precej ironično, ker mi ni nič
Še vedno v tej psički se večji, čakajo na otroka, da pride kot oče
Ljubezen, ko trdijo najtežji MC
Je to K-DOT? Je to Aubrey? Ali jaz?
Mi veliki trije, kot smo začeli ligo, toda zdaj se počutim kot Muhammed Ali
Huh, ja, ja, huh-huh, ja, Muhammed Ali
Tistega, ki ga pokličejo, ko sranje ne povezujejo več, se mi zdi, kot da imam v njem službo
Rhymin 'z mano je največja napaka
Meme Spider-Man je videti v Drakeu
Kot da smo zaposlili vaše domače, da bi premagali demonske diakone, se jih udeležimo budnosti
Sovražim, kako tolpa mora čakati na šefa, človek, to sranje kot pobeg iz zapora
Vsi steppers, no, jebi se, potem pa vsi zajtrkujte in lahko razčistim svoj krožnik (Huh, Huh, Huh)
Ko se prikažem, je blockbuster za filmsko sliko
G.O.A.T. Z zlatim zatičem, zgornjim dotikom
Spot, ki jo je razpršil, je razpršil celotno sranje, pridelki
Ne Rusija, ampak pritiska
Na vaš lobanj, Cole je samodejno, ko jih citiram
S fantom v statusu, stadion
Nigga
II. Del
[Uvod: Drake]
Ayy, trdim, da ...
Jaz sem - ja
Ja
[Verz: Drake]
Kliknem na to sranje
Kliknem, woah
Kliknem na to sranje
Kliknem, woah
Spustim se, da kliknem navzdol in si pripravim prizorišče zločina
Kliknem sprožilec na palici kot visok žarek
Človek, ko sem bil star devetnajst
Pokliče mojo številko, pusti, da se obesi, se je suho očistila
Dobila je android, njena sporočila so apno zelena
Iščem eno ime in na koncu vidim dvajsetletne
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Človek, spakiram jih v ta telefon kot nekaj sardin
In mi pošljejo gole slike, to so majhne stvari
Niggas še vedno fotografira na pasjem toku
Moji mladi bogatejši od tebe in vsi tečejo
Resnično sovražim, da jim prodate nekaj lažnih sanj
Človek, če je bil vaš pub naprodaj, kupim celotno stvar
Ali mi bodo kdaj dali rože? No, seveda ne
Nočejo se pogovoriti, ker je boleče mesto
Poznajo fanta tistega, ki ga morajo bojkott
Rekel sem Jimu in Jammerju, da uporabljam grammyja kot zaustavitev vrat
Dekle mi je dalo nekaj glave, ker jo potrebujem
In če se zajebam s tabo, potem po tem, ko ga lahko pojem, počakaj
Niggas govori ", ko se ta gon" ponovi
Kaj za vraga bratec? Jaz sem stran od Michaela
Nigga, premagal, črnuh, premagal, kaj?
[OUTRO]
Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj?
Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj?
Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj? Premagal, kaj?
Sploh mi ne vračajte nobenega naklonjenosti, ne rabim ga