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Saba & No I.D.
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Yeah
Might pull up to a party
Junya Watanabe
The flow'll body anybody's
I am highly prepared for the kind of affairs
That superstars gotta embody
Need the audience ears
I've been slept on, and stepped over
The less noticed
Steppin' up to bat like the Mets at a Met Gala
That is high fashion, high art, high talk
You should notepad
Or voice memo when I start
I might have lost niggas
When I stopped to demand mine
My record so good, if I lose
About damn time
But that'll never happen
Every verse is a classic
Every word gotta matter
Til every Madison Avenue bus
Get to playin' Saba
The blue line ambassador
Could've said green
But that train's too hazardous
I'm not phased, nobody's out-rappin' us
It's laughable
I should get online, start addin' folks
But the list is long
So I won't go down the rabbit hole
But know that
I make nigga's favorite rappers
Sound like average Joes
And the beat is by the actual G.O.A.T
Y'all get so caught up on hype, y'all gave the Grammy out to
I belong here, don't confuse me
If you had it wrong
Comparin' me is like comparin'
Mike to Josรฉ Calderรณn
This Pivot Gang, I'm never out alone
You signed the same deal
You could've got in school
If you took out a loan
I'm Al Capone fresh out the womb
I'm 'bout to fuck the street up
Mike Tyson a microphone
I'm 'bout to fuck the beat up
The only nigga that is stopping me is Jesus
My God black, his afro like velcro
My car black, the climate changed
Al Gore
I'm 'Bron headed to Akron
I'm goin' back home
That's where they hop out in traffic
Without a mask on
And get you for everything that you have on
But I move off of love, not fear
Still wish a nigga would-y
Like Buzz Lightyear
I done bubbled up
And caught a buzz like beer
Buildin' this
Swear you would think it was IKEA
I'ma tell you how it really was
My dear
'Cause I'm afraid that
It ain't really nothingI fear