Grote Spelers

Yes sir! Woo!
Yo man!
Ey Levi, this beat man, this fucking beat!

I wouldn't know what else to say
Joost Klein, big name, for those ten little letters
These days I set alarms to rap in the mirror
I feel like a tame impala, the less I know the better (what?)

I crack up at my own jokes
I'm in Amsterdam, I call a tiger of mine
All your best men are doubtful cases
I walked into church, dropped a Bible (what?)

And I'm sorry
But I'm the product of the result of evil intentions of companies
And I don't want to exaggerate
But if we look at the facts, they walk over dead bodies

I came back from a cold fair
Men drop summer tunes when it's autumn
15 years old, I had to Google what sex is
Seven years later, someone calls me a sexist

(That sounds amazing)
(I will have to take off my shirt and dance naked)
Brunzyn, ay, see (that's called motherfuckin' bars)
(And you know nothing about that!)

I write my lyrics without paper or pen
But I'm peng now, so there's no fooling around here
Brunzyn, there's only good rapping here
I see five rappers with five penals, there's good capping here

I see you're not making it, you thought I wouldn't make it
I'd bet on myself, but you don't want to bet
What I put on track, crazy, you can't track that
Bro, I'm pulling a stack, crazy, what you still have to stack

Yeah, I wrote this verse at three in the morning
No matter what time of day, I'm the hardest, say hi to your favorite
Throughout the year, I kept going for those millions
You're a hero in socks because you don't want to be in my shoes

I believe in myself, I feel like René le Blanc
At your mother's house, in bed with her, drinking tea
Had immediate contact with Joost, I said thank you right away
A label comes with a contract, it immediately becomes a bond

Name another guy who does it like I do
You'll have to think long and hard
Albino sports 2021