Lyrics:
fo' (woo)
Promise if I kill the pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me
She's a symphony and I'm just a beat
But oh I'm just the shadow in her light
Yeah she's outta my league but it feels so right
She's outta my league in
It was hard at first
Aye, Aye
We put in all the work
Aye, Aye
Outta ya league
Them niggas ain't fuckin with me aye
Outta ya league
Them niggas ain't
Man's in the Champions League
Man's in the Champions League
Man's in the Champions League
You man are beneath
I'm in the Champions League
I'm in
setting the bar
Critics gon' take it and pick it apart
I just make music and live through the art
I just make music that live in your heart
Huh, ay, ay, ay
IIIDKID
I'll tell you're a loser, as they won the league
You kick the ball and I play the kick drum
You kick the ball and I play the kick drum
You kick
Join the league
Join the league and fight
Earn your bragging rights
Set the world alight
For the big brave hearts
For all martial arts
For a brand new
This rap shit a broken art
Yea this shit a broken art
I was stuck in my own shadow
Found myself they go where i go
We got plans of forgiatos
Smoke
Don't call me, I'll call you
But prolly not cuz you not my boo
This was just a booty call Cuz I'm outta yo league
You can stick around but your
arts of devil's and priestess
Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song
Played upon a storm
By the ghosts of Avalon
And all in league will
Winter coming makes you strong
Crawling through the thorns Album seasons coming out it's gonna shake the fyrd
It's like the art of war for armies just
art to my fans, its flames in the streets yo!
One punch, that's all it really takes though
Walk up in the studio, leave, craft a hit though
One punch,
stone it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
(When you're blue, and got
stone it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
(When you're blue, and got
the peewees
Im in the big leagues
Alcoholic don't
Really smoke weed
Want me to cash
you out bitch Please
Road runner nigga
Beep beep
Art is an explosion
Tell them stop playing
Tell them start praying
New Picasso check my new paint
Yea am talking art but your too faint
(You ain't about that life nigga)
There's a plague on the city, it's making me giddy
Fakes only playing the game for the money
A league of flies that came for the honey
They're
and white of our team comes out
It's time for the fans for a big lung shout
From Premiership we went to Premier League
Now we get pissed off on friendly week
smart ghetto barbies wat the national league attract been havin this been havin that
I was only four Versace button down been havin wat u thought ima
Delhi ke ladke ab bajte hai lead me
Naye khilade hum rap ki league
Grill kare har waqt har Dum bheed me
New time leke aye naye wale scene me
Delhi
You niggas is outta my league
Must learn to acknowledge defeat
Death when I jump on a beat
GTS put you to sleep
They always told me hard work pays
comfy cause I’m finna be here a while
How you like me now?
Finna pop out like wow
Don’t care about where art thou
I got sauce and seasoning, yeah you can
the League they
Pull out the Nine
My life's experimental
Your quirk is simply rental
Wiping a crowd when I'm pounding the ground
And my team is around, no
league
Cause you got my body like
Woah, woah, woah, woah
You're the symphony that plays in my soul
A melody that resonates, making me whole
With you,
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