Songtexte L.T.L - JCO

Never ever ever are they gonna do it better
I'm reciting every letter, on another fucking level
All this pitter patter, chitter chatter bout how I been welcomed
I'm a rookie in the game but I been moving like a veteran

Make a living off my words like I'm Letterman
Rappers got your tongues tied but I severed them
They said they ain't hating simply cause I got a better plan, but look
The only people hating is everybody I'm better than!

Let me get a better look
I gotta make it in and see if I can even really truly diagnose the problem
And if every single rapper was as sick as me?
I'd probably be at the bottom

But that is not the case, I promise
I been out here chasing dollars
I just wanna hit the top cause
I'm the fucking Predator and everybody else for real just need to
(GET TO THE CHOPPER!)

I'm not playing, I'm just saying
Now I'm back to here and laying
My eyes on the screen, I'm slaving
Difference is like night and day, man

Dreams are broken, things are taken
I'm up on the scene surveying
Don't you disrespect me, I'm the fucking boss
Don't disobey me

1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am much better off alive
I might be a little off
But that's just me, that's just me, that's just me
I love this life

Aye

Imma keep it going
Know you never saw it coming
Cause I'm coming from the bottom
Motherfuckers wanna talk about how they been always killin it
But I honestly don't believe that shit

Cause nowadays it's seeming fucking everyone is faking
But I'm tryna buy the bar so I got everybody drinking
So that I could take and hold the title, man, I'll be saying
I'm the teenaged kid that got the motherfucker shaking

Woah there, slow down
Lemme make a couple hits then I'll pass em around
I got one blunt, two blunts, three blunts, four
One quarter down but we still need more

I'm bout to hit a double Dutch
So roll another couple up
Get the munchies, eat a fucking Reece's peanut butter cup
And then I gotta buckle up

I been blasting but I'm actually rapping
I ain't asking for hacks but you lacking in practice
I been acting like I'm back when in fact you have whack shit
Hit em back with the act, they ain't nothing but has-beens

Trash this verse until my adlibs
Are better than you and your faction
Wheels spin with no traction
That's a damn shame

I might be at light speed
So ice cream is my treat
And I might be this tiny
But homie, I can be a prick like a pine tree

Its hide and seek, come find me
And some people despise me
But I be just finally
Making my way to the top climbing

I often wonder if I'll ever make it
I got some records, don't try to break em
I got some fans, don't try to take em
You can stick to your job, learn to like the day shift

Tryna find my way
Spend a dime today
You fucked around and signed your life away
To a label that brags about their kind of fame
Well now that got me feeling some type of way

Will the karma shoot you?
Like the karma sutra
Got my cock raised up
Like a barn of roosters?
I gots to do stuff
I'm burning the roof up
Don't be pointing fingers at me
All because you suck

Alright, I got this
Don't try to top this
No exact change
Cause I like the nonsense
90 options
Had me tryna always
Leave a dent in the game
Like a tiger paw print

I been off it
But I might dissolve quick
Unless I fight for myself
To stay right through all this
The light turned off and
Now I'm buying coffins
For my rivals' losses
I don't like these artists

I time the bombing like 'Yikes, he bonkers!'
I get up in the ring like I'm Tyson chomping
I got more paper than Dunder Mifflin, bitch
I'm the boss like I'm in Michael's office