IDK – Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Badass & Russ)

Choked off the very words that they spoke
It’s a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
[Verse 1: IDK]
List here though, it’s getting near close

Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals
They think you up until you’re big enough
Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals
You take the check and shit, it’s enough for your ‘rents
Uhh, I think that I’m top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one
And I’m still not done

We gon’ see who get the last laugh (hah)
Where the Redskins be losing but we gon’ support ’em still
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a
I’m in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I’m already eight figures up
I take the check and dip, moments later it’s spent
Y’all are in the minors still, I’m Willie Mays
I ain’t got to explain it
If I was you, I’d be makin’ funeral arrangements
Y’all still jumpin’ out of bed for 50k
I’m the greatest, and I’m not stoppin’ ’til all y’all say it
I rub on her clit, she drip
Then I cum on her tits
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain’t good enough, prick?
This is what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick
I done paid my dues, now I’m just collecting payments (collect)
I roll back over and continue fucking all y’all’s favorite
What people paid paper for dammit
I flip the script, then skip to your fucking event
Meanwhile I’m just runnin’ back kick returns back on the field
That’s how you know where our loyalty at
How common is this to spit like a fucking attempt, I’m murdering shit
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
This what you been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
And I ain’t gotta act like I’m from there, I’m real
Trump supporters’ daughter love me, so I still think that we won
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
Patient with the shot when he blast off, won’t miss him
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I’m lit
Part of the formula that put me here so fuck you
Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield
That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him
Think this shit a joke until somebody get choked
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
And they be dissin’ on the socials like they don’t have Pro Tools
I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
Hit you with the bar that I’m raisin’
‘Bout to blow your brain through your fucking ear lobes
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
This one, the kid been gon’ for a while, they missed him
This lane, I done paved it (right)
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up)
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
This that goin’ to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
Somebody gon’ die tonight
One verse, that’s gon’ be your whole life savings
[Verse 3: Russ]
Rappers see me but don’t say shit like they don’t have vocals
Act tough as a gold medal, you link ’em they daffodil
It’s funny ’cause these niggas always trippin’ off the past (hah)
I come in guns blazin’ (facts)