Islay

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 cocky, 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 shit, 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, fuck a hand me down, the greatest shit 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 class limbo, picket fence purgatory
Uh, something heavenly is flowing through my pulmonary
Take that 9 to 5, shove it up ya buttocks
Baby, the wall cumming, glory hole and I’m busting
This shit 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 fuckin 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, fuck 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 fuck your life, Islay
Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau
Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau