(JUMP, make it jump!)

Rollin' in the Merc with Multibeam, I don't need your spotlight
Smooth career, yours runs like over cobblestones
Your songwriter bites a few top lines from the nineties
That's why your album sounds like a playlist for a wedding
The difference: You get up at three at the earliest
I was already at the airport by seven, having breakfast in the lounge
I was always like this before, yeah, hustling all day long
This rap thing is no joke, man
Nails black and white, acrylic paint, as if I were Audrey Hepburn
Your rap plays at the bumper cars, no one wants to hear the lyrics
Don't act like you're UFC in your XS shirt
If I want, a wink and your wifey becomes an ex-girl
You act like you can say something to me without backup
I only do what I expect from my legacy
All those I call brother were already there yesterday
For new friends at my table, the food is too precious to me

God-blessed, no one is so clean on the tracks
Believe me, I'm never going away again
Oh boy, God-blessed, that's why I preach for the rest
Everything I ever wrote is also real
Oh boy, God-blessed
Put a few diamonds on the Jesus piece
Better say a prayer that I make peace
Look, they write it on a check for me
Seven figures flat, so I would say
Oh boy, God-blessed (ohh-ohh)
No one is so clean on the tracks
Oh boy, God-blessed (ohh-ohh)
Believe me, I'm never going away again
Oh boy, God-blessed (ohh-ohh)
That's why I preach for the rest
Oh boy, God-blessed (oh)
I'm just so blessed (oh)

BMJ, yeah, my name no longer to be silenced (ah)
Luckily, I didn't listen to what they prophesied to me (yeah, yeah)
Come from ketchup on the toast slice
To "Now my hair is under the lotus ointment every night"
Stand on stage, ninety minutes without backup
Kill at your festival your (?), if you're unlucky (yeah)
Always good stamina, listen well to what your ex says
Give German rappers a feeding bowl this Christmas
Pay for a few properties, but never my business
There's no fun, I find all your party songs wack
I'd rather listen to street dealer rap than your cringy love songs
You want to rap like me? Well, then bonne chance
My character like the Prada, dude, limited edition
Tell them: "Never trust a bitch, only the bitches with ambitions"
Say you find me too childish, I find it childish to diss me
Achieved more at twenty than you did

God-blessed, no one is so clean on the tracks
Believe me, I'm never going away again
Oh boy, God-blessed, that's why I preach for the rest
Everything I ever wrote is also real
Oh boy, God-blessed
Put a few diamonds on the Jesus piece
Better say a prayer that I make peace
Look, they write it on a check for me
Seven figures flat, so I would say
Oh boy, God-blessed (ohh-ohh)
No one is so clean on the tracks
Oh boy, God-blessed (ohh-ohh)
Believe me, I'm never going away again
Oh boy, God-blessed (ohh-ohh)
That's why I preach for the rest
Oh boy, God-blessed (oh)
I'm just so blessed (Blessed, oh)

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