Comme des garçons

Went through 2020 but ain't shit changed
We still tryna pimp our kick game
We tryna get out the fish tank
Just to swim with sharks we don't do skunks
It's alotta levels to my spit game
Bout to stack it up no brick game
Ignored for too long used to think we're lame
Now I'm God's Son yelling "Peace, King!"
Saw you laughing now you bout to weep
Got too many characters for a tweet (Tweet)
Imma need more like a miniseries
Bout to win the game with a sweep (Sweep)
If rap would be a best-of-seven series going 4-0 then repeat
And I won't stop at three peats
Then hit the NFL and get my cleats you can't compete
In yellow I lead the peloton
I been working all night till the crack of dawn
So I could play around and drop some reggaeton
"Lo siento mucho" I got better songs
If you're coming at me better watch your tone
Or you're about to reap all you've ever sown
I seen hate from within with no crown of thorns
No one left to turn to scrolling through my phone
But the numbers posted on the board
Could make us make a milli first day like I'm Bella Thorne
Swear I'll do a dance like I'm Werra Son
Man I got goals like I'm Heung Min Son
Man what you're been on?
Bout to take this to Tashkent
Get me a cape and I ain't Clark Kent
No spandex no no thanx
You Can't touch this and I ain't Rick James
Biscayne Biscayne
With the top down rolling through Biscayne
I put my heart on a song
So y'all can see through it no comme de garcons
And that's unlike boys
Man I box em all in Laila Ali
Y'all too fake no mon amie
That is just life c'est la vie
Why the beat slap? Coz Fik Made It



Credits
Writer(s): Clinton Sigu, Fidel Odhiambo
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