Testo Goat Level - Krept & Konan
Testo della canzone Goat Level (Krept & Konan), tratta dall'album Revenge Is Sweet
Don't compare me to these rappers, please stop all of the noise
There's levels to this shit, I got fifty fucking employees
Rapping ten years straight, no breaks, there is levels
We are fucking presidential, where the fuck are your credentials?
I just got a check and I spent it on houses
You just got a check and you spent it on outfits
Bounce was in the trap till we got right
I said as soon as I blow I'ma get my nigga Off-White
You rappers ain't up, stop telling lies
You made P's and lost it 'cause you clowns weren't Pennywise
Respect the rise, I used to sell dead draws
Now I can sell my company like an escort
You don't believe in us, oh, you hate hate
Tell them niggas stop chasing hoes, get your cake straight
Broke niggas keep chasing gold diggers
It's mad cah niggas with Rollies are the only niggas they date
Wanna fuck around, you a goner like Kwame
Buss your head, now your hat's red like you Kanye
We can do this your way, we can do this our way
Think your niggas wild, my niggas wilder like Deontay
Turn up to the party, jacket three thousand like I'm Andre
Mum, your kid blue like Beyoncé
I used to do moves like Pilates
Kon was with the MAC like Ariana Grande
Ha-ha-ha, I came out of real estate
Then guess what? I went back into real estate
Be careful when you drive through the G blocks
Spray your windshield, definition of a screenshot
Man was in GQ, "Oi Kon, what's the issue?"
Bro brought the magazine like "Kon, what's the issue?"
My brothers are official but the fucking pigs have 'em
Little Gotti wildin' out and got nicked with the cannon
Go off 'em
Yeah, I don't see no challenge
My bracelet cost a Volkswagen, no braggin'
And if I got a problem I won't at him
I ain't doing no chatting, I'm old fashioned
They been waiting for the main event
Everybody wants the crown, come and take it then
If it don't make money, it ain't making sense
I had to make ends meet then I made an M
They want a franchise, now they're making offers
In business class but I hated college
The headteacher kicked me out, I never went back
I was sitting in a barbers when I went plat'
My name rings bells like after school
Sold out show, we turn your road into carnival
I was sitting in my jail cell scheming
When I was on E-wing, we weren't playing basketball
I sold white and I sold bujj
Now I got a restaurant and I don't cook
They say your network is your net worth
Probably got a half a billy in my phonebook
It's all smoke and mirrors till we count the scores
Rap game looking like the Clout Awards
Bally on, running out of stores
Now I get favours from MPs and House of Lords
I'm only settling for better things
They said no tracksuits, I bet they let me in
She said my penthouse looks like I play for Arsenal
I told the concierge bell her in
Pretty girls want a beat, want a pattern
And I didn't plan it but her weave's on a Saturn
This ain't a G-Wagon but there's G's in the wagon
When we catch you, we ain't tweeting, it happened
I want the UK artists to take it to that next level now
We've been at this level for a minute
We need to take it to that next stage
You understand what I'm saying?
I don't care, at the end of the day I'm in this for the paper
I love the music, Swizzy loves the music
But we're in it to make money
We turn our hobby into a payroll
And that's what it's about, fam
You understand what I'm saying?
So get your paper, man, fling me your dimes
We don't dig for ice no more
Put it round our necks, you understand what I'm saying?
Stunt on people
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Writer(s): Karl Wilson, Laidi Saliasi, Casyo Johnson, Fateh Rahman, Francis Aikins
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