Sauce
Yeah
I'm going in first like Apollo four
Boy you know I got the sauce
My raps got no flaws
Tryna leave a trace? What's a fossil to a dinosaur
Stop all that bravado boy
You gon' make one song and start acting as if Tyler called
They need to stop asking if I need a beat
I can do it by myself
We ain't speaking needs
We ain't really friends
Nor will we ever be
Fuck outta my face I can get hella mean
I get along with the drums then I jump to the next
Already told you that I got the sauce, I'm coming in wet
These rappers are like little boys, in it for the million tours
If I'm honest guess I'm in too, but as good as it gets
When it comes to me and Leon you know we ain't gotta try hard
We live in the future but not stupid so no masks off (wear a mask)
We keepin' it safe like MacPaw
And that was only half so get ready for the last call
When there's really nothing you can do
Power's in the hands of men with greed
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
Sun's shining on my face (Shining on my face)
Leon rolling up the haze
What do I have to prove
J'suis sur mon everywhere at once Thelonious Monk Shit
Potent position of the sounds in ya orbit
J'suis dans le cockpit comme les cravates de la colline
C'est dans le genre prévu comme le code civil
Le feu est sombre et sourd comme Scriabin
Les bars arrivent comme les briques call me Leon Cocaïne
And when I pull up on the deck I got the tech
That's why the competition be feeling under attack
Bitch say it what is my name
I got energy for days
Ils disent
Dans cette lignée là on est les derniers
Ils follow le lead comme si j'étais jeune François Bernier
La révolution se passe drette au dessus de mon oreiller
Got shit to say j'avais pas attendre tu sois réveillé
Pretty boy Clemdog pulled up with so much sauce le son s'est noyé
Saveurs so godly son j'espère t'as noté
Saveurs so godly son j'espère t'as noté
Huh
When there's really nothing you can do
Power's in the hands of men with greed
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
Sun's shining on my face (Shining on my face)
Leon rolling up the haze
What do I have to prove
I'm going in first like Apollo four
Boy you know I got the sauce
My raps got no flaws
Tryna leave a trace? What's a fossil to a dinosaur
Stop all that bravado boy
You gon' make one song and start acting as if Tyler called
They need to stop asking if I need a beat
I can do it by myself
We ain't speaking needs
We ain't really friends
Nor will we ever be
Fuck outta my face I can get hella mean
I get along with the drums then I jump to the next
Already told you that I got the sauce, I'm coming in wet
These rappers are like little boys, in it for the million tours
If I'm honest guess I'm in too, but as good as it gets
When it comes to me and Leon you know we ain't gotta try hard
We live in the future but not stupid so no masks off (wear a mask)
We keepin' it safe like MacPaw
And that was only half so get ready for the last call
When there's really nothing you can do
Power's in the hands of men with greed
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
Sun's shining on my face (Shining on my face)
Leon rolling up the haze
What do I have to prove
J'suis sur mon everywhere at once Thelonious Monk Shit
Potent position of the sounds in ya orbit
J'suis dans le cockpit comme les cravates de la colline
C'est dans le genre prévu comme le code civil
Le feu est sombre et sourd comme Scriabin
Les bars arrivent comme les briques call me Leon Cocaïne
And when I pull up on the deck I got the tech
That's why the competition be feeling under attack
Bitch say it what is my name
I got energy for days
Ils disent
Dans cette lignée là on est les derniers
Ils follow le lead comme si j'étais jeune François Bernier
La révolution se passe drette au dessus de mon oreiller
Got shit to say j'avais pas attendre tu sois réveillé
Pretty boy Clemdog pulled up with so much sauce le son s'est noyé
Saveurs so godly son j'espère t'as noté
Saveurs so godly son j'espère t'as noté
Huh
When there's really nothing you can do
Power's in the hands of men with greed
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
What do I have to prove (What do I have to prove)
Sun's shining on my face (Shining on my face)
Leon rolling up the haze
What do I have to prove
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Leclair
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