Applause
Ok yea (Hahahaha)
I'm drinking that Yamazaki Mizunara
And we not even in Japan
But don't hate cuz I'm out there in some Bapes
And a Starter hat
I'm a star from head to toe
This is for the foes, you silly hoes
Flock, Flock, Flock
Flock, Flock, Flock
Flock-O.D., Get 'em
Ok what's happenin'
Lower East Side
I'm in downtown Manhattan
Some down to ride and
Some down to die
These haters getter flattened
This no cappin'
Which means no fables
Periodic tables
I spit the dope
Then I go platinum
My wife loves satin
She knows the fashion
Ok hold up
Back to rappin'
Threw me a wrench
They thought I got screwed
But you know how I do
We start up a coup
I'm sipping a banger
Goons with hammers
Flash be cameras
Hood got some anger
From- repeated life cycles
Who are the idols
Who got the cash, who got the cars? (Vroom, vroom)
Who got the girls missing they bras
Get money fast, but who's going far
You gotta be gassed before you a star
(And I'm) Helium hydrogen
Panic attacks I am yo' klonopin
Blood of an Indian, Nike my moccasins
God on my back
I got a lot of sins
Shit I just gotta win
I got some stories to tell
My head is swell
Been doing too well
Been Saved by the bell
Screech!
These are the wheels
I handled my cards
And I had no deal
My father was far
But mamma had meals
I got the key - you fuckers, peel
I'm livin' a movie
And this is too reel
My sushi's tempura
Shrimp with the eel, Flock (Flock)
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
Ohhh, What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
They love to
See you do good
Till you better then them
I'm living a dream, don't fuck up my rem
You caught in yo' ego
Don't fuck up my Zen
A rock from the block
Emerged as a gem
I respect real
No need to pretend
Applaud your success
That's a real friend
Don't hit up my cell
If you just a stem
Even a thorn emerge from a rose
Life could be crazed
But I'm still composed
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I've been serving the slaughter
Way before my daughter
Fiends at the alter
I'm spitting that holy water
Seen- Angels turn to Demons
Don't give me a reason
To splurge at Four Seasons
They hopin' I fall -Autumn
Those the same seasons
Friends become enemies
Know about treason
Ancient Roman
My army's a legion
Poetry sharp
Left you with lesions
(Oh my God)
I'd love to help ya
But if you just hate
Then it is your fate
I'd have to melt ya
A different variant-I am Delta
I got the link, I bagged me Zelda
I- just-might- crash me the Rove
Too hot like the stove
I am that guy, don't worry bout I
I have been bold
Still getting drunk
I'm pissing gold
I'm having a ball
And I'm on a roll
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Flock OD, get 'em
Standing ovay (Clap)
Advanced from Cuervo (Yea)
With Tio Jose (Tio)
Azul Día de Los Muertos (Dead)
Oh shit, no way
Champagne cheers (Cheers)
We spilling rosé (Spill)
My girls determined (whew)
Wifey go slay (Slay)
I'm on top of the roof
21 Stories I'm flaming the booth
Advance to the glory
A misguided youth
Jumped with no parachute
I grew like a tree
Who planted the root
Only one shot
You know imma shoot
I'm hittin' home runs
I'm on my Babe Ruth
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
Ohhh, What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
What I really wanna know
If we both came from the low
And you see me on the top
You see me on the top
You see me on the top
Why the fuck you hatin' fo'
Why the fuck you hatin' foe
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
What I really wanna know
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
I deserve a fuckin applause
(Why the fuck you hating fo')
I deserve a fuckin applause
I'm drinking that Yamazaki Mizunara
And we not even in Japan
But don't hate cuz I'm out there in some Bapes
And a Starter hat
I'm a star from head to toe
This is for the foes, you silly hoes
Flock, Flock, Flock
Flock, Flock, Flock
Flock-O.D., Get 'em
Ok what's happenin'
Lower East Side
I'm in downtown Manhattan
Some down to ride and
Some down to die
These haters getter flattened
This no cappin'
Which means no fables
Periodic tables
I spit the dope
Then I go platinum
My wife loves satin
She knows the fashion
Ok hold up
Back to rappin'
Threw me a wrench
They thought I got screwed
But you know how I do
We start up a coup
I'm sipping a banger
Goons with hammers
Flash be cameras
Hood got some anger
From- repeated life cycles
Who are the idols
Who got the cash, who got the cars? (Vroom, vroom)
Who got the girls missing they bras
Get money fast, but who's going far
You gotta be gassed before you a star
(And I'm) Helium hydrogen
Panic attacks I am yo' klonopin
Blood of an Indian, Nike my moccasins
God on my back
I got a lot of sins
Shit I just gotta win
I got some stories to tell
My head is swell
Been doing too well
Been Saved by the bell
Screech!
These are the wheels
I handled my cards
And I had no deal
My father was far
But mamma had meals
I got the key - you fuckers, peel
I'm livin' a movie
And this is too reel
My sushi's tempura
Shrimp with the eel, Flock (Flock)
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
Ohhh, What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
They love to
See you do good
Till you better then them
I'm living a dream, don't fuck up my rem
You caught in yo' ego
Don't fuck up my Zen
A rock from the block
Emerged as a gem
I respect real
No need to pretend
Applaud your success
That's a real friend
Don't hit up my cell
If you just a stem
Even a thorn emerge from a rose
Life could be crazed
But I'm still composed
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I've been serving the slaughter
Way before my daughter
Fiends at the alter
I'm spitting that holy water
Seen- Angels turn to Demons
Don't give me a reason
To splurge at Four Seasons
They hopin' I fall -Autumn
Those the same seasons
Friends become enemies
Know about treason
Ancient Roman
My army's a legion
Poetry sharp
Left you with lesions
(Oh my God)
I'd love to help ya
But if you just hate
Then it is your fate
I'd have to melt ya
A different variant-I am Delta
I got the link, I bagged me Zelda
I- just-might- crash me the Rove
Too hot like the stove
I am that guy, don't worry bout I
I have been bold
Still getting drunk
I'm pissing gold
I'm having a ball
And I'm on a roll
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Flock OD, get 'em
Standing ovay (Clap)
Advanced from Cuervo (Yea)
With Tio Jose (Tio)
Azul Día de Los Muertos (Dead)
Oh shit, no way
Champagne cheers (Cheers)
We spilling rosé (Spill)
My girls determined (whew)
Wifey go slay (Slay)
I'm on top of the roof
21 Stories I'm flaming the booth
Advance to the glory
A misguided youth
Jumped with no parachute
I grew like a tree
Who planted the root
Only one shot
You know imma shoot
I'm hittin' home runs
I'm on my Babe Ruth
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
Ohhh, What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
What I really wanna know
If we both came from the low
And you see me on the top
You see me on the top
You see me on the top
Why the fuck you hatin' fo'
Why the fuck you hatin' foe
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
When you see me on the top
And we both came from the low
I deserve a fuckin' applause
I deserve a fuckin' applause
What I really wanna know
What I really wanna know
Why the fuck you hating fo'
I deserve a fuckin applause
(Why the fuck you hating fo')
I deserve a fuckin applause
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