Pedigree

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah, man Turn me up, man It's the dun-dunder Run with us or run from us Cocksucker, ha Zeus Harlem Can I talk? Lemme talk, look [Verse 1] You tryna find your lane in music, I don't blame you chumps But trust me, you won't make it to it if you play me once You're payin' lumps, wake up drunk, you ain't awoke I'm suited for this, Jay-Z brunch, let's make a toast Bro, how you claim you dope with that basic flow? You hope to be this good and I'm the one who gave you hope They say nobody rockin' Gucci over racist clothes So I'm wilin' out in Louis but I ain't DaBaby though, woah An artifact, you can hardly rap If these what you call rappers, don't even call me that The shawty wack, and by the way I'm with all of that You hear 'em from a block away like, "Wherе the party at?" Where it's at for rеal? Miss me with them little deals I had a half a mil' when you were drinkin' Enfamil And I'm winnin' still And I really feel you rappers keep upsettin' me I'll add you to my legacy, right Huh, you know my pedigree You know I been on the level that you could never reach You known to get the whole team benched, it's past allegedly So no offense, I'm on defense, Patrick Beverly, huh You know my pedigree A different kind of animal, even your pet agree Your baby mother textin' me, sweatin' me She won't let me be I ain't into phone sex, baby, fuck you tellin' me? Huh? You know my pedigree You know my pedigree, man [Interlude] We ain't gon' act like I ain't been runnin' circles around you little niggas since I was eighteen and all that Like I ain't got five projects on the Billboard charts And out of the five projects, four of them are mixtapes Like I ain't been burning down Hot 9 before they had a YouTube channel Stop playin' with me [Verse 2] Who you really claim you touchin'? Great discussion Who could I get them answers from? Nobody sayin' nothin' Ain't no way I'm buggin' Man, you wouldn't sound better with all the latest plugins But you say you buzzin' I don't waste my paper clubbin' Every day I'm hustlin' I been hittin' licks since a youngin but I ain't McLovin Plus the ladies love him And not to downplay anybody but I'm way above 'em Way, way above 'em The one and only You rappin'? Well, show me I do this on my own, no cap, for delf, doley That's why I can't be phoney You wack as hell, homie We click your song, drag it to the trash and yell, "Kobe" I ain't playin' fair, don't even mention me I'm ready to take it there and it's free delivery Lyrically the epitome, you could never get with me One hit'll leave you dead in the middle of Little Italy, you shittin' me? It's the GOAT from Manhattan And I got all kind of clout, you could only imagine I'm what y'all are not about, I don't know who be gassin' But niggas got you wilin' out, are you jokin' or rappin'? I don't know if you notice but I be totally snappin' So I hope that you notice before you notice what happen What happened? Y'all went from rappin' to mumblin', lot of fumblin' I'm wonderin' who you thought you was fuckin' with, huh? Zeus You know my pedigree