DONOTELLO - God Level! (Lyrics)

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Lyrics:-
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Donotello

I've been rocking black jeans, mismatched socks
Stripes around the hoodie with the karats on the watch
Lil shorty hit me up saying bet you tryna talk
I don't want a conversation all I really want is knots
Pumas on the feet all green like the crop
That I'm tokin swear gelato got me feeling out the box
Eighteen jugging with the homies, fucking thots
Moving packs like clockwork screaming fuck a cop
I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say
Working till my wrist paid
Step inside my dojo and I'll show you I'm the sensei
I'm insane, I've been great this ain't new
Knock the pussy out the park just like I'm Babe Ruth
Boutta say fuck all my teachers cause I hate school
Say they've been calling me different I've been the same dude
But now I just come in and I body beats so the thang blue
But I ain't even sweating cause this ain't even my debut
At the top and still giving out toe tags
You rappers hella goofy and you spit like you know rap
You talk about the chains but the flow in your notepad
Is making me sick you should giving your flows back
I'm sleep, fucking deceased
Laughing so hard got me weak in the knees
Bitch, I'm a beast, that's the word on the street
They don't fuck with the kid they can suck on my meat
Donotello say that shit 'till I'm six feet deep
Donutboys a rookie and I'm coming with the heat
I'm putting wax-up in the woods and mixing acid with the tree
Homie said to me I'll make it, gotta take it with an ease
Motherfucker, I'm a deity these people at my feet
And I know these rats mad cause a youngin getting cheese
Siouxer blood up in my veins and my heart filled with greed
Bitch I'm with the enlightened, and we the ones up on the scene
You don't want no smoke, we come blazing and it reek
Bitch I take a rapper head off any day of the week
Take a walk-up in their room see me praise and they preach
Rap shit fuck around and then it made me a beast
That's saying the least of it, I plead the fifth
You rappers all weak as shit, need to grip
Belt two, jeans is six, I'm leaving crisp
You talking swear you need a grip
Bitch, we making klassiks
They not familiar, they looking, they squinting like they needing glasses
Roll with a bad bitch, and you know all my gang with me and we moving the dope out the plastics
Shit it just happens, checking my fashion, dripping in Nike my bitch Steven Madden
Get in the game and they know I'm a savage
Say it again bitch we making these klassiks


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