lirik lagu god level – donotello
[intro}
yuh
donotello
[verse]
i’ve been rocking black jeans, mismatched socks
stripes around the hoodie with the karats on the watch
lil shorty hit me up saying bet you tryna talk
i don’t want a conversation all i really want is knots
pumas on the feet all green like the crop
that i’m tokin swear gelato got me feeling out the box
eighteen jugging with the homies, f-cking thots
moving packs like clockwork screaming f-ck a cop
i don’t really give a f-ck what a b-tch say
working till my wrist paid
step inside my dojo and i’ll show you i’m the sensei
i’m insane, i’ve been great this ain’t new
knock the p-ssy out the park just like i’m babe ruth
boutta say f-ck all my teachers cause i hate school
say they’ve been calling me different i’ve been the same dude
but now i just come in and i body beats so the thang blue
but i ain’t even sweating cause this ain’t even my debut
at the top and still giving out toe tags
you rappers h-lla goofy and you spit like you know rap
you talk about the chains but the flow in your notepad
is making me sick you should giving your flows back
i’m sleep, f-cking deceased
laughing so hard got me weak in the knees
b-tch, i’m a beast, that’s the word on the street
they don’t f-ck with the kid they can suck on my meat
donotello say that sh-t ’till i’m six feet deep
donutboys a rookie and i’m coming with the heat
i’m putting wax-up in the woods and mixing acid with the tree
homie said to me i’ll make it, gotta take it with an ease
motherf-cker, i’m a deity these people at my feet
and i know these rats mad cause a youngin getting cheese
siouxer blood up in my veins and my heart filled with greed
b-tch i’m with the enlightened, and we the ones up on the scene
you don’t want no smoke, we come blazing and it reek
b-tch i take a rapper head off any day of the week
take a walk-up in their room see me praise and they preach
rap sh-t f-ck around and then it made me a beast
that’s saying the least of it, i plead the fifth
you rappers all weak as sh-t, need to grip
belt two, jeans is six, i’m leaving crisp
you talking swear you need a grip
b-tch, we making kl-ssiks
they not familiar, they looking, they squinting like they needing gl-sses
roll with a bad b-tch, and you know all my gang with me and we moving the dope out the plastics
sh-t it just happens, checking my fashion, dripping in nike my b-tch steven madden
get in the game and they know i’m a savage
say it again b-tch we making these kl-ssiks
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