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
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-07T04:59-03:00 - Tekst X2
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
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
Ma armastan õhtusööki mõne suurepärase naisega
Kui nad hakkavad arutama, kes G.O.A.T
Ma olen nagu "mine pea, ütle 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 3: 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 Muhammed Ali
Huh, jah, jah, huh-huh, jah, Muhammed 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 värbasime teie homies deemonite diakonide ületamiseks, saime nad ärkvelolekul
Vihkan, kuidas jõuk peab ülemust ootama, see sitt 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 tihvtiga, 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 "
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 teile kõpraid 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 on endiselt koeravoolu pilte
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 boikott peavad
Ütlesin Jimile ja Jammerile, 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, oodake
Niggas räägib '', kui seda gonit korratakse
Mis kuradi vennas? Olen Michaelist üks eemal
Nigga, peksa, nigga, peksa, mis?
[Outro]
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