GODLAND

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The one who takes them away and brings them back
Godland, Rover
To put it plainly, gold's got me hooked
I don’t want jewelry, I want mansions
Ink on my neck and on my stomach
Success, I’m betting double
More cash under the bed
The hype triples in October
Humble, I swear on my dead ones
Humility has an expiration date in this game
Thank goodness there are a couple of them
Who still haven’t bought into the story
I even sleep awake
A crazy paranoia since I stopped smoking
My bars come out cleaner
If the smoke doesn’t hide them
Nigga, I’m the one, ah
Better said, I’m no one
Better to be nobody than a nobody, bitch
That’s what my bro told me back in school
And I hold onto that saying at twenty-two
I was never a sellout
That’s why maturity brought the fruit
I don’t rap, I spit
I hit them solo, I don’t suck
They look up at me with their mouths open
Waiting for bars for their tracks
They look like whores on all fours, cross-eyed, ah
With the panther talking business
But with Sergio, they don’t pray a bit
I don’t want industry friends
Or circus devils backing me up
I’m good the way I am
Don’t laugh at my thanks if I don’t give them
They’ve been sucking since Ibai blew me up
Now I don’t give them shit for being suckers
Talent has a face, and it’s mine
A while back they said I couldn’t do it
They talked shit because they didn’t see
The things that happened to me day by day
Now that I know where I’m headed
They’re shaking in their boots, their faces change
Now that I’m clean
I make them work for real and jog through the Big Apple
Bro, there’s no way because the desire is overflowing
If it doesn’t come to me, bro, I’ll cut my wings
I open my mouth and take a bullet
I open my mouth and take a bullet, nigga, I

I don’t rap, I sca-sca-sca, -spit
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I don’t rap, I sca-sca-sca, -spit
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I don’t rap, I sca-sca-sca, -spit
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I don’t rap, I sca-sca-sca, -spit
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