Voli - Islay lyrics
Chorus: Yah, Name written in the stars Yah know? Pain written in my scars Yah, Name written in the stars Islay you to sleep, yah, Islay you to sleep Verse: Oh, hey, whattup wit ya? Another day, another dolla Another song, another cliché I'll prolly holla Like, “I'm better than blah blah blah I'm so cool, yada yada, women love me, ooh la la la” They want co*ky, varsity letterman flow Couple punch lines like I'm telling a hell of a joke This is more Revenge of the Nerd, cheerleader want me on her Now she don't want a quarter back, she more about a dollar Uh, she more about a dollar, she more about a dollar She more about a dollar Funny things change, shoulda caught him out of college You jerk, I feel like Walter White right now Gavidia, run through it, yeah Yah, same sh**, different stall Ambition is in my blood, you driven as your garage Pour Gavidia some Islay, he call it motor oil I got him sipping it neat, no soda, water, at all You gotta savor the fire till the flavor's admired Baby, f** a hand me down, the greatest sh** is acquired And yeah, I got a brand some artists don't understand This the future, how rude, let me properly introduce ya To my middle cla** limbo, picket fence purgatory Uh, something heavenly is flowing through my pulmonary Take that 9 to 5, shove it up ya bu*tocks Baby, the wall cumming, glory hole and I'm busting This sh** is over for all of my brothers Sorry, Cole, but I'll be owning the summer I'm global warming this winter, put OVO in the oven Got Yeezy all in my dinner to feed that hole in my stomach, and Hova can't even feel it Don't label me as a rapper, but Voli is more than gifted Adele ain't no competition, Taylor, I'll let you finish But, not before Lady Gaga's my gold digging baby mama I'll make Beyoncé retire, uh, Rick Rubin, you're fired And, Quincy, I'll out-produce him like procreation in China My population is rising, not even MJ could fight it And ummm, let's see who else, oh, Paul McCartney don't want it Just let me finish this autograph signing for Warren Buffet I'm eating, you see these calories? Even PETA is mad at me Cuz I'm a f**in animal, pause (paws)…bestiality Did it all on my own, did it all at in my home Had my computer designed to give me studio time Be the engineer, ain't no other producer involved I'm a god, I'm prophetic, I'm Veezus, okay, I said it Black Visa, now give me credit, as soon as I get the interest You hitting me up for money, benefriends, f** every buddy (Chorus) Picture my face before you descend On your way down, let me pour you a drink Is it bitter? Is it bitter? Here's a toast f** your life, Islay Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau