Untitled 19
[Verse 1: Henrold, GRM]
No bullshit, I cut to the cool shit
My mouth is like a firearm, loaded with a full clip
I blast on any track, coming in I’m at full tilt
Flows spilt, like fuckin' red wine on a white quilt
Turn the beat to a fine silt, that’s quite right
I’m the type to bring a fuckin' tank to a knife fight
Don’t put me in your sight, I do not like the limelight
Do everything myself, cause this is me, this is my life, so
Let me tell you the summary about mine
Henrold the producer gets plaques in his down time
Henrold when he’s rapping puts beats in chalk outlines
I figured I would show off causе I thought it’s about time
Like CB4, what do they need mе for
They’re saying we need more
There wasn’t enough before
They’re saying I’m a perfect 10 like I’m 3 3 4
I’m topping all the fuckin charts, the rest can see the floor, cause I
[Chorus: Henrold]
Kill it, kill it, kill it
Kill it, kill it, kill it (You know I)
Kill it, kill it, kill it
Kill it, kill it, kill it (I always)
Kill it, kill it, kill it
Kill it, kill it, kill it (You know I)
Kill it, kill it, kill it
Kill it, kill it, kill it
[Verse 2: TD DILLUN]
Summer just started, and you already backstabbin' (Yuh)
What the fuck is happenin', bitch, TD in the lab again (Uh, yuh, uh)
Like Yeezy, it's 5 beats a day, but I'm not usin' all of em (Yuh)
Need new sheets, cause they keep on makin' me spill out all my soul (What, uh)
I used to be whole, until they came along and ripped out all of my life (yeah)
Tryna grasp for rich or this song, like the rasp in my voice (Tell 'em)
And fuck off with the lights, and fuck off with the toys (Yeah)
You just got a check, I'm a wreck (Yuh)
Now you think you all cool now, they think I'm a fool now (What, yuh)
Cause I got a home studio in my own room now (Yuh, scoop)
But, bitch, I'm still alone in the paradise, no Coolio (What)
You really gotta empathize
Cause ever since that day, man I started doing exercise but skippin' on the extra fries (Empathize, uh, uh)
Now when they say "you want some more," I turn around and bitch-slap that dumbass whore (Ayo)
[Verse 3: Henrold]
Who the fuck you coming for
All-star, bitch, I put numbers on the fuckin' boards
Everything I write should be underscored
Highlighted, standin' out, let you know what’s important
Not in my prime, but I still deliver promptly
Competition mad, tell those fuckers stay salty
Get off me, I say it firm, fuck speaking softly
Costly to fuck with me, I’m sure you can’t stop me
No red hexagons in my way
And if there were, I’d run em over, they won’t ruin my day
If someone wants to know what am I doing, I’m like, hey
I’m working on the next classic, you can check it someday, fuck it
Happy hour way I’m packing the bars
Watch 'em talk about your boy, his shit is actually hard
Take it high above the ceilin', which is actually far
Because the sky is where my roof is, hit my head on the stars, ah
[Outro: Sample]
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's why he's the MVP
That's why he's the GOAT
The GOAT