YELLOWTAPE - 47 11

The goal… If you want to use this terminology like that… The goal is, uh, is missed The goal is yourself, without a goal ‘Bout to hit you with some shit that these motherfuckers don’t know Said “fuck it” to the promo I ain’t sinking, bitch I built this whole boat This is no joke ‘Bout to hit the guards What these motherfuckers don’t know Yo, chill out, get the spliff out Caught me with my dick out I’m about to spit some shit now Put this on the list, I’m about to write a script While I’m floating Man, I call this song a diss You’re among the best I – contest, not impressed, guess On your song, bigger that you can Pull the trigger, gun, James Bond I’ve been moving like I’ve done Now you see me pulling cons like a pro Said they couldn’t see it, now you know I’ve been focused on the crap since it broke Put these rappers on a chokehold Going corner ‘till they broke toes – gonna bro, we both know These are my goals, at the end like dry combs We ain´t friend – You could never call my ends home The bad bones, I ain’t John Doe Double meetings like it’s jerk off Sick and tired at the same old In my feelings Imma let go Feels like a season ‘till we get old See you reaching on the debt Willy Wonka, Johnny Depp flow Silly wanker on my Be quiet papa said so Call me Zaddy on my dad flow Nice silence, why you mad tho’? Like a bad joke It don’t land like my granddad when he came from Pakistan No foreign land, don’t understand My simple plan was not to stand for the simple man I’m complex, unlike my sex And what’s the chance that axis’ are spinning I’m A part of the plan since the beginning Got asked this thoughts, your brain’s spinning Your thoughts sinning with something else Can’t help yourself like Santa’s elf My mental health reaching God level I don’t mean I’m a god but four, seven and eleven greets me on all levels Yellow metal trynna tell you something’s not settled This old kettle reaching boiling point Contribute your voice tonight, chop it off and caught our eyes Heard your noise, applaud the effort Your fans deserve the credit, surely definite Ain’t even a close second On in all seconds I’m a force to be reckoned with, and I don’t even give a shit Have you learned your lesson? Class in session is no test, and we ain’t testing them, you’re stuck with no progression Assessing ‘em, obsessing over nothing I see them clowning like Krusty Imma steal, I’m finessing in a slow sesh This – and you’re hopeless Hope less and get your feelings hurt less In a deep sea like Loch Ness Remoteness, but I control it, I’m on my own That’s why it’s my own world Montana, put a hole in the ground for the top My man is Chaka Khan, beat it up Me and Dan put a spanner in the works Imma give you more than what you need