GR8

GR8 Lyrics

Who would've known I'd be this great
From tap water to champagne might pop it like im Drake
We not up on the same thing might fold but never break
They tryna slide up in my lane hold on just pump ya breaks look
See i was taught to go and get it from the chef
Had to master recipes i grabbed the sauce up off the shelf
You cannot compete with me my competiton is myself
Gettin it by any means i do not gotta ask for help look
Ima bonafid hustler don't you get it
Don't have to rap about my ass nah im really spittin
Whole bunch of mini me's ion do no baby sitting
Im always who i say i am i'm never counterfittin
But for some of yall i cannot say the same thing
Same fit, uniform like it's major payne
Big dog, all bite like a great dane
Make a fortune from my phone with a campaign
I'm good with technology and philosophy
At twenty two goddamn I got one hell of a biography
Flights all over like my major was geology
Six feet under is the only way they stopping me nigga
Who would've known I'd be this great
From tap water to champagne might pop it like im Drake
We not up on the same thing might fold but never break
They tryna slide up in my lane hold on just pump ya breaks look
See i was taught to go and get it from the chef
Had to master recipes i grabbed the sauce up off the shelf
You cannot compete with me my competiton is myself
Gettin it by any means i do not gotta ask for help look
Look
Testing me you need God's consent
I feel like the profit but the prophecy is anonymous
To see it you need binoculars
Views from the oculus
The shit these niggas streaming I think they using a catheter with a blind fold
Pointing at Mt. Rushmore
They see too many heads they need to cut it and add us more
Leading in the box score nigga
The heavy weight champ
These other niggas cruiser weight
Toss em watch em levitate
Humming like they meditate shit
I'm marvelous with these bars that's written
It's the Bible that I'm spitting like God had did it
It's her legs that I'm splitting like Moses I'm shifting
I'm piling bodies on top of bodies I'm saint to these niggas
I leave em defenseless
I box with giants when I need the spar
Most these niggas be rapping in circles they need leotards
The heart I have the biggest one, shit
That's how it goes when you know that you're the best
But too humble to let it show, shit
But fuck that
Y'all niggas know that I'm the best my shots they can't contest I'm here
Just to be clear I manifest destiny
It's nothing you can tell when the future knows what's best for me
And making classic after classic niggas can't relate
And leave me out the conversation ain't no great debate
For heavens sake forgetting the God now that's a sin
A challenger to me is like child amongst men again
Forgetting the God that's blasphemous
Every line that I deliver they snort it's effortless
I'm here just to be clear
I manifest destiny
There's nothing you can tell me
The locksmith with the master key

Who would've known I'd be this great
From tap water to champagne might pop it like im Drake
We not up on the same thing might fold but never break
They tryna slide up in my lane hold on just pump ya breaks look
See i was taught to go and get it from the chef
Had to master recipes i grabbed the sauce up off the shelf
You cannot compete with me my competiton is myself
Gettin it by any means i do not gotta ask for help look
Ima bonafid hustler don't you get it
Don't have to rap about my ass nah im really spittin
Whole bunch of mini me's ion do no baby sitting
Im always who i say i am i'm never counterfittin
But for some of yall i cannot say the same thing
Same fit, uniform like it's major payne
Big dog, all bite like a great dane
Make a fortune from my phone with a campaign
I'm good with technology and philosophy
At twenty two goddamn I got one hell of a biography
Flights all over like my major was geology
Six feet under is the only way they stopping me nigga
Who would've known I'd be this great
From tap water to champagne might pop it like im Drake
We not up on the same thing might fold but never break
They tryna slide up in my lane hold on just pump ya breaks look
See i was taught to go and get it from the chef
Had to master recipes i grabbed the sauce up off the shelf
You cannot compete with me my competiton is myself
Gettin it by any means i do not gotta ask for help look
Look
Testing me you need God's consent
I feel like the profit but the prophecy is anonymous
To see it you need binoculars
Views from the oculus
The shit these niggas streaming I think they using a catheter with a blind fold
Pointing at Mt. Rushmore
They see too many heads they need to cut it and add us more
Leading in the box score nigga
The heavy weight champ
These other niggas cruiser weight
Toss em watch em levitate
Humming like they meditate shit
I'm marvelous with these bars that's written
It's the Bible that I'm spitting like God had did it
It's her legs that I'm splitting like Moses I'm shifting
I'm piling bodies on top of bodies I'm saint to these niggas
I leave em defenseless
I box with giants when I need the spar
Most these niggas be rapping in circles they need leotards
The heart I have the biggest one, shit
That's how it goes when you know that you're the best
But too humble to let it show, shit
But fuck that
Y'all niggas know that I'm the best my shots they can't contest I'm here
Just to be clear I manifest destiny
It's nothing you can tell when the future knows what's best for me
And making classic after classic niggas can't relate
And leave me out the conversation ain't no great debate
For heavens sake forgetting the God now that's a sin
A challenger to me is like child amongst men again
Forgetting the God that's blasphemous
Every line that I deliver they snort it's effortless
I'm here just to be clear
I manifest destiny
There's nothing you can tell me
The locksmith with the master key

Writer(s): DeAngelo Edmond, Diamond Frost
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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