Letra de Couldn’t Have Said It Better, Pt. 3 - A-Reece

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Right, right, right, right (Black Metaphor)

Yeah

You know I keep telling niggas, man, I'm on a—

I'm on a different level, you know what I mean? (Man)

Fuck a Spotify playlist

Come to my hood if you tryna hear the (Yeah)

Kind of music I'm making

From here on out, you feel me?

Look, somewhere in the East, I'm smoking Exodus Cheese

While I'm listening to Rather You Than Me (Yeah)

But not the whole thing

There's really one song stuck on repeat (Which one?)

Same one that comes on right after "Santorini Greece" (Right)

Any day of the week, I might be set to release

I got executives on the edge of they seats, yeah

Happy birthday to me

Decided to treat myself, so I just bought this beat

So here's to many more (Yeah)

Cut it off or pass the aux if it ain't Baby Boy and Black Metaphor (For real)

They tried to cut him off and pass along

But couldn't seem to kill the young bull like an amateur matador

Nigga, fuck the Metaverse (Fuck 'em)

I just gotta say the word

They at your door in real life

We don't do the back-and-forth

Have 'em niggas check you like Phil Knight

Used to have dreams that I could have it all

Now I'm checking off what I have so I can get some more (It's crazy)

Now I finally got someone to thank and that's the Lord

And to be frank, I'm thankful that my dad and mom fell in love and had sons

Now look at where we are

We just gotta carry on, right?

It's hard to keep score

You know they say that only losers check the scoreboard (Keep going)

Do you know how to teach a person to be self-taught? (Keep going)

Do you know how to lose an M and make it back, dog? (Do you?)

All I hear is capping in your rap songs

And yet they still tell you niggas, "Hats off"

They don't see what's on the other side of that cracked wall

You ain't cut from that cloth

You more like vicuña 'cause you mad soft (Ah)

You ain't running shit, you just catwalk (Facts)

Would you rather be a follower or be a vanguard?

Nigga, you just wanna be a rap star (Uh-huh)

And that's the reason why you only made it that far

You should take notes, Daniel son

Took my shot, and one

I don't praise rap gods, I am one

Won't stop, can't stop

They don't make 'em like me anymore, nigga, deadstock

Working double shift like the caps lock

Can't nobody see me like a stash spot

Couldn't have said it better, yeah

Proudly reminiscing on my past endeavours

Like those decisions that I made when it was now or never (Yeah)

Yeah, I promise we gon' live forever

Finally twenty-five like an Adele album

Yeah, I'm feeling good as ever (I am)

Shit, I'm actually feeling way better (True), yeah

They want me to prove what I'm worth

I tell 'em, I'll see you niggas on October 21st, yeah

(Black Metaphor)

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