Lyrics:
ya ye
Oluwa Ni you don see
Oluwa Ni
Oluwà nì you don see
Oluwa Ni
How e be
How e be now
No be my your power by your grace
I say how e be now
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
be shit
I used to beat off on the table back in middle school
And even then I was the illest in the middle school
Stayed kicked out of class, ain't
(Da Illest)
They be asking like what's the nightmare before Christmas
Told they ass that's me
They waking up Hoping to open a gift
Im waking up
holes bigger then Pacs, bad boys who shot ya, it was written by nas, you can’t keep up, we ain’t the same inside, I’m Whitby's illest next up
See I felt
I'm running
I'm coming for mine
And I got a big ego
Yeah
My shit attracts like a key note
The way I be looking don't match any bank account of mine
I dey my corner dey do my thing
You no see me
You no send me
But ko kan mi
Cos your money
No be my money
But i dey ginger myself
Cos you dey ginger
go James Harden
And I be
Shootin, and scorin’
Your new man, is borin’
Still a PYT,
Wale Folarin
Woulda had my name Wale if he didn’t take it
But
on Cudi to patch it with Wale
Kendrick had us screaming fuck that with Sounwave
Wondering how wheelchair Jimmy was spittin' flames
Man our hunger is
Hologram]
Complexities break entities when hardcore be the factor
Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor
Fractured by my supernatural
of the stakes to be led astray by some problems
Like I ain't able to do the math and progress figured
It's safe to say that I'm calculating at heart
When
Thinkin' that you was two steps ahead of me
Illest nigga that you ever meet I bet you won't find a better me
I just roll up, get so high And I ball up, get
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
And I'm rapping these niggas like woaah
I come wit the flows, the illest of hooks
You know I might just be a cook
Niggas be watching like crows
A flick
of them fit in a shed
To be honest it's middle sized
And it didn't come from Wales
And it mows the lawn
Come to think or it it might be a lawn mower
Bloody
tujhse teri biwi pareshan
Asli goat ke aage tu hai hypeman
Kaunsa drive-by? Tu chalaata uski van
Sun driver pakad ke screw driver
Nut zara kas le aur ho ja
Thoda lite thoda dark
Thoda bright thoda hard
Thode slow wale line
Thode fast wale bar
Kabhi Banu bantai
Kabhi lagu raftarr
Krsna ke reference
Ikka sath
Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when like
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
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