Rap’s Finest
I'm raps finest
With that mindset
I feel like, you can call me the (call me the)
Call me the (call me the)
Yeah
Call me the man cuz that's what I
Am, Bolt like that runner
The ol' head young rap god I
Be super duper like I'm K Lamar
Like oo Lamar always lookin' up to you Lamar
And also Cole he like a stack of gold
My role models I'm like oh God and I
Fuck with them, and Ye? I rock with him
No alcohol, not at all
The drunken fellaz finna start the war
When I'm whisk on whiskey I could slap a whore
Was not my intention to crack her jaw
Don't pass the jar the shit, got me fucked up
Love me a girl like Kim K on a crop top
I'm worth gold but could go with a bronze cup
You tellin' me what not, cuz I give a fuck, what?
Got my, sneakers on
My code to checkmate? The weaker pawns
No daughters only fuck with sleeker mom's
My dick is deep down in Gina's gut
Then the feds came, on a Wednesday
I'm not moved gotta carry out my head game
Shots fired I jump up her legs shake
What a checkmate, guess I'm livin' out my best days
I'm raps finest (rap)
With that mindset (that)
I feel like (feel like)
I'm the baddest (I'm the)
That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your)
All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the)
Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving?
He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh
The blacker the, berry (berry)
The sweeter the, cherry (cherry)
I'll take a piss in a juice jar if you let me
Sippin' henny eatin' corn with some red meat
On a text spree tell my bestie she sexy
If you let me you'll be dead cuz I'm deadly
That Celestine nigga dumb and he petty
I'd never trust these dudes actin' friendly
That's why a box I keep all my secrets in
The hostess cooch I put my ticket in
The older you get the weak innit
I'm done with jokes but I'm still kiddin'
You see this rap shit, I live in it
Wake up on rhyme schemes I sleep in it
Into the coochie I breed in it
Spittin' bars innit, I'm goin' hard innit
And goin' on my road
To the top finna reach my goals
Gotta go about it nigga on my own
Gotta go about it, all about all alone
On a solo run, a hollow one
Goin' all day until tomorrow comes
Nigerian ol' head the holy son
Crown on my head I be only one
I'm raps finest (rap)
With that mindset (that)
I feel like (feel like)
I'm the baddest (I'm the)
That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your)
All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the)
Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving?
He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh
Wait a minute, wait (wait)
Take a picture, take one (take one)
Look in the mirror, look in it
And check out that makeup for the night grind
Cuz you gotta hit the party, to collect your money
Shawty with the body, booty like a trolley
Lookin' like her mommy bet she a naughty one
She pop pills like the molly one
Hol' up, enough of the bitch rap
And saying this that, sounding like a weak ass
Rapper, though I know that I kill that shit
Could not believe that shit, but now I see that shit
The number one rapper I gotta be that shit
Askin' why I say that nigga? I can see that shit
In ten years I be all up on the recap shit
I'll be like me back shit, was smokin' weed back shit
A fly nigga, yo that is my nigga
I'm my nigga, you wanna know why nigga?
I'm like a pimped caterpillar a butterfly nigga
Bars go hard gotta be underlined nigga, nigga
That's why they call me raps finest
Cuz I eat the beat with that mindset
Ima be the greatest I'm honest
Put an album out fill my pockets
You think that was cool?
Of course I do bitch
I'm raps finest (rap)
With that mindset (that)
I feel like (feel like)
I'm the baddest (I'm the)
That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your)
All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the)
Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving?
He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh
Nigga I thought I told you to open the damn register
Damn man let shit go (damn nigga let me open this shit)
What the f six motherfuckin' drunk bottles nigga
Where all the money at man fuck that
Nigga fuck that (groans)
Goddamn
With that mindset
I feel like, you can call me the (call me the)
Call me the (call me the)
Yeah
Call me the man cuz that's what I
Am, Bolt like that runner
The ol' head young rap god I
Be super duper like I'm K Lamar
Like oo Lamar always lookin' up to you Lamar
And also Cole he like a stack of gold
My role models I'm like oh God and I
Fuck with them, and Ye? I rock with him
No alcohol, not at all
The drunken fellaz finna start the war
When I'm whisk on whiskey I could slap a whore
Was not my intention to crack her jaw
Don't pass the jar the shit, got me fucked up
Love me a girl like Kim K on a crop top
I'm worth gold but could go with a bronze cup
You tellin' me what not, cuz I give a fuck, what?
Got my, sneakers on
My code to checkmate? The weaker pawns
No daughters only fuck with sleeker mom's
My dick is deep down in Gina's gut
Then the feds came, on a Wednesday
I'm not moved gotta carry out my head game
Shots fired I jump up her legs shake
What a checkmate, guess I'm livin' out my best days
I'm raps finest (rap)
With that mindset (that)
I feel like (feel like)
I'm the baddest (I'm the)
That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your)
All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the)
Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving?
He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh
The blacker the, berry (berry)
The sweeter the, cherry (cherry)
I'll take a piss in a juice jar if you let me
Sippin' henny eatin' corn with some red meat
On a text spree tell my bestie she sexy
If you let me you'll be dead cuz I'm deadly
That Celestine nigga dumb and he petty
I'd never trust these dudes actin' friendly
That's why a box I keep all my secrets in
The hostess cooch I put my ticket in
The older you get the weak innit
I'm done with jokes but I'm still kiddin'
You see this rap shit, I live in it
Wake up on rhyme schemes I sleep in it
Into the coochie I breed in it
Spittin' bars innit, I'm goin' hard innit
And goin' on my road
To the top finna reach my goals
Gotta go about it nigga on my own
Gotta go about it, all about all alone
On a solo run, a hollow one
Goin' all day until tomorrow comes
Nigerian ol' head the holy son
Crown on my head I be only one
I'm raps finest (rap)
With that mindset (that)
I feel like (feel like)
I'm the baddest (I'm the)
That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your)
All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the)
Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving?
He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh
Wait a minute, wait (wait)
Take a picture, take one (take one)
Look in the mirror, look in it
And check out that makeup for the night grind
Cuz you gotta hit the party, to collect your money
Shawty with the body, booty like a trolley
Lookin' like her mommy bet she a naughty one
She pop pills like the molly one
Hol' up, enough of the bitch rap
And saying this that, sounding like a weak ass
Rapper, though I know that I kill that shit
Could not believe that shit, but now I see that shit
The number one rapper I gotta be that shit
Askin' why I say that nigga? I can see that shit
In ten years I be all up on the recap shit
I'll be like me back shit, was smokin' weed back shit
A fly nigga, yo that is my nigga
I'm my nigga, you wanna know why nigga?
I'm like a pimped caterpillar a butterfly nigga
Bars go hard gotta be underlined nigga, nigga
That's why they call me raps finest
Cuz I eat the beat with that mindset
Ima be the greatest I'm honest
Put an album out fill my pockets
You think that was cool?
Of course I do bitch
I'm raps finest (rap)
With that mindset (that)
I feel like (feel like)
I'm the baddest (I'm the)
That's some tape for your cassettes (that's some tape for your)
All dead bodies in the casket (all dead bodies in the)
Steph Curry hit the basket, talk about Kyrie Irving?
He nice in person, but he might be swervin' uh
Nigga I thought I told you to open the damn register
Damn man let shit go (damn nigga let me open this shit)
What the f six motherfuckin' drunk bottles nigga
Where all the money at man fuck that
Nigga fuck that (groans)
Goddamn
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