Paroles Acts 1.5 Saba

Acts 1.5

Yeah

Might pull up to a party, Junya Watanabe, the flow'll body anybody's
I am highly prepared for the kind of affairs that superstars gotta embody, need the audience ears
I've been slept on, and stepped over, the less noticed
Steppin' up to bat like the Mets at a Met Gala
That is high fashion, high art, high talk
You should notepad or voice memo when I start
I might have lost niggas when I stopped to demand mine
My record so good, if I lose, about damn time
But that'll never happen, every verse is a classic
Every word gotta matter 'til every Madison Avenue bus get to playin' Saba
The blue line ambassador
Could've said green, but that train's too hazardous
I'm not phased, nobody's out-rappin' us, it's laughable
I should get online, start addin' folks
But the list is long, so I won't go down the rabbit hole
But know that I make nigga's favorite rappers sound like average Joes
And the beat is by the actual G.O.A.T
Y'all get so caught up on hype, y'all gave the Grammy out to—
I belong here, don't confuse me if you had it wrong
Comparin' me is like comparin' Mike to José Calderón
This Pivot Gang, I'm never out alone
You signed the same deal you could've got in school if you took out a loan
I'm Al Capone fresh out the womb, I'm 'bout to fuck the street up
Mike Tyson a microphone, I'm 'bout to fuck the beat up
The only nigga that is stoppin' me is Jesus
My God black, his afro like velcro
My car black, the climate changed, Al Gore
I'm 'Bron headed to Akron, I'm goin' back home
That's where they hop out in traffic without a mask on
And get you for everything that you have on
But I move off of love, not fear still
Wish a nigga would-y, like Buzz Lightyear
I done bubbled up and caught a buzz like Bill
Buildin' this, swear you would think it was IKEA
I'ma tell you how it really was, my dear
'Cause I'm afraid that it ain't really nothin' I fear