Quelle - Greatest Rapper Ever lyrics

[Verse 1] My homie's a magician with the Tec Make your chain disappear and reappear on his neck I ain't tricking with you hoes, but sh** don't ask him Only thing I give a b**h? A f**ing orgasm I'll throw you in the river, hands tied tight Watch your a** drown, feel it in the air tonight I'm spitting that dope sh**, smoking on regulars Writing 16's like internet child predators Rocking that 10 Deep, but I stay dolo You wearing polo, who are you, Young Dro? I'm fifth floor at the Bellagio Vegas b**hes that's resembling Rosario Dawson, awesome, hit the head, Mario Sorry yo, my tongue long, she squirted off the sheets She gave me that Becky, I gave her that yoshi The only time you n***as touch keys is Motif [Verse 2] Go and sell a beat, you never sold a rock Still be sitting on the couch if I was signed to Koch Coulda signed to the Roc, nah, I'm signed to the streets The D is the only thing that's profiting for me Feeling like Big Meech, when we're 'bout to cook up But not the one from B.M.F. dog, the one from Lynwood It ain't a n***a I know Three years straight, three dollar blows Good any hood, anywhere I go I'm straight n***a hit me with a hundred cause the look on my face Momma, I'm honored to be your son Could snatch a stack of stamps out and not rip a single one [Verse 3] Used to be in a rush, to finish off my sack I was so thirsty dog, sold a pregnant b**h crack Let her pay me extra, smoke it in the back, then she came back Titties on smacking herself on the back, talking 'bout Something crawling on her, looking like the world's falling on her And I pushed it, you rub the foots of the b**hes I mushed Funky a** cutla** three deep, blowing kush, North got her shook Started reading once the judge threw the f**ing book But the block was off the hook, said "f** cla**!" Off them same pills that had Carlton dancing fast Young buck, look, now a grown up Now I pop those same pills, listening to Donuts I rap like I bet my life Cause in all actuality, n***a I did You rap like you used to hit the pipe Nah n***a that ain't crack, that's crackhead sh** Rep that sh**, will tell a b**h You wouldn't break a brick, you ain't seeing this dick You trick on the b**h, dog you ain't rich Take a b**h to the movies, take her to the crib [Outro] You seeing Brown? Nope, never 'bout to live the title of the greatest rapper ever It don't get no better, it don't get no better