Testo Mo Money Mo Problems - King Los
Testo della canzone Mo Money Mo Problems (King Los), tratta dall'album GOAT
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Said that's the way, uh huh
Yo, yo, yo
Uh, yo
Fresh, dapper, clever, jet black Beretta
Black Gucci bucket that match the leather
I go at niggas, press that together
That spell GOAT, I'm the best rapper ever
All my peers is a step back or better
I'm on Paul Pierce but my step back is better
I said that reluctant
Cause I'm a triple threat meaning I could
Jab, step, or step back and bucket, fuck it
If your girl give me side eye
And hit me with that text like can she slide by
11:59 On a Saturday night
She getting dope on Sunday, forgive me CyHi
Flow dirty, mastered, give me high five
Throw words as caskets, nigga, bye bye
Control her like a boss, you know she like it raw
And I'm a Ol' Dirty Bastard, shimmy, ya, ya
See when you this nice, it's a gift and a curse
Niggas like, "Los, you the shit, we should work"
We exchange numbers, they shift and reverse
Cause they ain't tryna get they ass whipped on a verse
Church, tell me that that just ain't wack shit
And everybody top 5 list ain't backwards
I'm starring in a movie, I went to Hollywood
And got the same old script from all you big name rappers
Or actors, it's action the way I hit
It actually took passion to make my shit
Rap niggas hit the pad when they play my shit
Cause I attended every practice the AI missed
Say my vernacular spectacular spectacle
Special, you spectate, I expect you to
I inspect the introspective with every inch of my intellect
No interjection, is this inception?
I'm Martin Luther with this exception
Or this illusion, the disillusion so wicked
I kick some shit, confuse 'em
Is God a critic like man is and flawed too?
If we in the image of God, is man a god too?
Do we fear God like man or God do?
Do you damn God or goddamn I lost you
Chill, I'm real manic on the beat
Illmatic, Stillmatic, real manic on my seat
Got that Gangsta Grillz feel, real dramatic on the beat
Got that box of books flow, build a attic on the beat
Man, you know what I'm saying, pill addict on the beat
I mean I ain't a real addict but I had a lil peep
When it's rappers named Xan, what happened to Lil Peep?
Been happening, death been grabbing my lil peeps
Man, it's rappers named Uzi and rappers named Minaj
Cause all we rap about is killing niggas' fucking broads
Meanwhile there's somebody depressed that you should guide
But it's too late, the new rate is suicide
It's super high, but as long as you super fly
Or closing deals and making mills in your suit and tie
You don't give a fuck, post a pic, live it up
It's gross as shit, Los's shit, give it up
I'm the GOAT, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Bernard Edwards, Nile Rodgers, Steven Jordan, Christopher Wallace, Mason Betha
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