[Intro]
Wattup O
I was just running your old songs today, pulled up "OnedrOp", "gOne", you know the cla**ics, and I just realized something, you need a banger. You need to just let everybody know
O M G
This is so lit!
Where'd you get the beat from?
[Hook] - (Omar Zidan)
Early morning scrambled eggs, wake me up to ba** kicks
What you know bout bedroom studios n ugly basements?
They say that hip-hop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes n shares who cares? I think we almost famous
[Verse 1]
Hello surprise, open your eyes
Fresh on my grind my first time on the mic
I'm cool with the rap kids I know how to rhyme
Check out my address I'm rapping online
(dumb it down)
A satire
Cliche
I rap fire
My bank account
Get taxed higher
Anything she want
I cash buy it
That's baby daddy
Got pacifiers
Day to night
I'm never tired
90 inch rims
100 cent tint
Ride around on Pirelli tires
Role model, gold bottles
Sun shades n a camera lens
Your favorite chick n me, in a whip that's 3
Times the money of your chump standard Benz (grunt)
And if you ain't convinced
My gold chains
So cold they
Got cold fraid,'
Got gold wings
They don't hang
With no fakes, so go away s**a!
This the kinda flow that you can spit n' get away with
Put some cool effects on this n now I sound amazing!
Everybody likes my pics I think I think I made it
This the part of the song, where everybody ape sh**....
[Hook]
Early morning zaatar bread, wake me up to biscuits
What you know bout bedroom studios n ugly basements?
They say that hip-hop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes n shares who cares? I think we almost famous!
(Verse 2)
All the pretty hoes
Itty bitty, clothes
On they tippy toes
In my videos
And the city knows
Help my city grow
"O, you ain't even from my city tho!"
That's the truth, yes, that's a fact
But hey my dude, (what?)
Please relax
What am I supposed to do, be me or act?
Cuz' when I'm me I'm broke, but when I act there's cash
So if it's up to me, I'ma have to pa**
I want acid tabs, xanax and an avalanche of crack in the back of Cadillacs
Ampersand
The aftermath is....
Life, of the rich n famous
Do what I want like an ignoramus
Take vacations to different places
Caimans, Vegas, with a plate of payments
Tigers called love trapped in cages
Used to make art, now I'm hanging
My favorite paintings “paparazzi vainness”
And if you didn't know
My name is Entertainment
[Outro] (Omar Zidan & StinkBoi)
Miss the kinda' flows that we was spittin in our basements
Stupid sh** pajamas we no standup for ovations
1st these radios were telling me they'd never play me
Now they never play me, dawg i think they played me!
Boy, quit quit quit with all that talkin
Mouth always running running running running