September 27th
Yeah
I just like the sound of it
Yovarda
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Imma turn the beat up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Aight
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Look
I go to war and rep the coast
Yeah then slit your throat (slit your what)
The venom seeping through your soul
From my vicious flows (my vicious flows)
I been devoted 'til bestowed upon my heir to throne (heir to throne)
Until the game is my remote, yeah I'm never on no days off
'Til it pays off, and I'm on the list man I'm wide awake (uh huh)
Playoffs, when its play on
No competition like Golden State (like Golden State)
Going up as the murder rate
When I'm on the mic, man you heard of me (yeah)
A vertebrate with some back pains
'cause the rap game on my shoulder blades (woo)
Going after Ms like Os (like what)
And I been a real maestro when I pick my flows and I spit my notes
Got to get up in my shoes
I'm running the game on my calluses
Check to my balances
Putting my city on atlases (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wonderland no longer Alice's
Up in my element, legacy under development (grrrt)
The valedictorian of rap (yeah)
I'm resurrecting
Got me representing all the ones that was leading the pack (yeah)
The heavy weight, head of my class (uh)
I'm leaving a mark on a slap (whew)
Been impressive with a written message
Always been effective when I get on a track aye
I done witnessed many off the edge (off the what)
And I don't play with fire after burning off the flesh (burn the what)
Plus I don't even see nobody close to this (nah)
I guess it's smooth sailing on the trek to claim the best
(been the best, yeah)
I just like the sound of it
Yeah, look
These reservations ain't for holidays
It's for the hall of fame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your greatest hit is just my throwaways
I'm on a roll aye (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't even hit it off yet, this only foreplay
Climax is gourmets and white fashion rozay (aye)
Need my stack on nine figures and my women eight (and my women eight)
Ain't need to wait around
I'm self-serving all the plates (serving all them)
I'm betting all the chips on me
I don't play it safe (I don't play it safe)
Like I was trying to catch a come-up 'fore I catch a case (okay)
But then I elevate (and what)
I been a ruckus, get the record straight
When suckers fake and can't compete, that's when they quick to hate
That's twenty thousand hours in, I'm chasing new greats (okay)
World domination coming out of screwface (the city)
I just like the sound of it
Yovarda
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Imma turn the beat up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Aight
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Look
I go to war and rep the coast
Yeah then slit your throat (slit your what)
The venom seeping through your soul
From my vicious flows (my vicious flows)
I been devoted 'til bestowed upon my heir to throne (heir to throne)
Until the game is my remote, yeah I'm never on no days off
'Til it pays off, and I'm on the list man I'm wide awake (uh huh)
Playoffs, when its play on
No competition like Golden State (like Golden State)
Going up as the murder rate
When I'm on the mic, man you heard of me (yeah)
A vertebrate with some back pains
'cause the rap game on my shoulder blades (woo)
Going after Ms like Os (like what)
And I been a real maestro when I pick my flows and I spit my notes
Got to get up in my shoes
I'm running the game on my calluses
Check to my balances
Putting my city on atlases (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wonderland no longer Alice's
Up in my element, legacy under development (grrrt)
The valedictorian of rap (yeah)
I'm resurrecting
Got me representing all the ones that was leading the pack (yeah)
The heavy weight, head of my class (uh)
I'm leaving a mark on a slap (whew)
Been impressive with a written message
Always been effective when I get on a track aye
I done witnessed many off the edge (off the what)
And I don't play with fire after burning off the flesh (burn the what)
Plus I don't even see nobody close to this (nah)
I guess it's smooth sailing on the trek to claim the best
(been the best, yeah)
I just like the sound of it
Yeah, look
These reservations ain't for holidays
It's for the hall of fame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your greatest hit is just my throwaways
I'm on a roll aye (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't even hit it off yet, this only foreplay
Climax is gourmets and white fashion rozay (aye)
Need my stack on nine figures and my women eight (and my women eight)
Ain't need to wait around
I'm self-serving all the plates (serving all them)
I'm betting all the chips on me
I don't play it safe (I don't play it safe)
Like I was trying to catch a come-up 'fore I catch a case (okay)
But then I elevate (and what)
I been a ruckus, get the record straight
When suckers fake and can't compete, that's when they quick to hate
That's twenty thousand hours in, I'm chasing new greats (okay)
World domination coming out of screwface (the city)
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Writer(s): Muhammad Aulia Yovarda
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