Verah - Dedication | A Billi lyrics

[Part I: Dedication] [Verse 1] You n***as can't play on my instrumentation You can read a book without a justification I'm a beast, I'm a wolf, call that animalation Man I ripped up this game: no mutilation I'ma prove you wrong, mark your corrections I know I ain't a chain but I got connections And I know that haters only gon' result in me hating But I take em back to school: education [Hook] Yeah, it's a celebration A dedication to all you haters Who gon' be hating and underrating But that doesn't faze me ‘cause I know that I'll make it [Verse 2] I got a problem with haters How you gon hate something that's so amazing? My pace and my fragrance is something you're craving I'm black and I'm fly: am I a raven? There's recuperations Bad people do bad things, it's basic There's no relation Reality's fake and watch my dictation, I'mma lead a nation I'ma keep you waiting, the piss I'm taking I'm getting high off this sh**: elevation Turn up the ba** and if you haters don't feel me I'll feel myself: masturbation [Hook] [Verse 3] This is domination Where I come from beats go on vacation The streets stop and stare ‘Cause we stand out like fingers in your...uh My room is vacant Let's go occupy that sh** little lady I hear what you're saying I'ma fight back: retaliation You n***as can't play on my PlayStation You can read a book without paying attention I'm a k**er, mic thriller, call that criminization Man, I ripped up this game like tearing some papers I'm a prove me right; watch me make it Got a suit for my birthday but I ain't naked And I know that haters only gon' result in me hating But I turn eggs to babies: fertilisation [Hook] [Outro] I'm a real deal I don't fake it I am gonna do whatever it takes to make it big What can I say, kid? All I wanna do is get naked Dedication [Part II: A Billi] [Verse 1] A billionaire I'm an unsigned millionaire Money in blood is burning in the air I got a question for these haters Do you really wanna test this? You say that you ball but you're more like testes And I'm balling if you let me I'll be Scorcher you be Dappy And the millions of fans will be in the stadium clapping And a million don't count to nothing nowadays A billion is where the real hustlers get paid I'm ill but I ain't ever stepped into the ward Cut that flow ‘cause I'm going in hard I'm a finish at the start: 400 metres I'm the guy who pulls the trigger ‘cause I'm shooting for the stars Said I'm shooting for the stars Leather jackets fine clothes I got money for my b**hes, that's some million dollar hoes I got money for my b**hes and I got a lot of those I got money for the fishes; I got a lot to throw [Hook] Motherf**er I'm ill Motherf**er I'm ill [Verse 2] They say I'm rapping like Lil Wayne or Dre, I say okay Because my flows so tight it's like I've been in here from day Now If I start singing don't compare me to Drake Compare me Breezy ‘cause his flow's okay And I don't want beef you can call me vegetarian My flow is so equestrian ‘cause I'm on dis ting like a Jamaican, yuh Yeah, I'm on my weave like an African girl Now take it to church like an Anglican, swerve Jesus please have mercy, swerve I know I don't deserve it, swerve All these people I've been hurting, swerve Just take down the curtain, swerve [Hook]