CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : My Name Is
Wooh!
Alright, alright
Now listen, listen loud and clear, you dig?
This is uh, this is history
For real n***a
Yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Now check me out, listen
Why everybody change on me?
While I remain the same, that's why I'm bringing Major Payne
Like mothaf**kin' Damon Wayans
And now you chickens is toast, this ain't Raising Cane's
It's clear we wasn't raised the same, rappers lame with fame
I'm known to kill a wack rapper like a bad hobby
I smash hotties and stash bodies, then cop lil' boats
Like that's Yachty, and that's probably
Why I'm so fly that I crash lobbies and after it slap thotties
I'm a rap fanatic who rap fantastic without the platinum status
Why I'm blastin' the maddest 'cause most of these cats is average (uh)
I swear to God that I never lie to avoid a fact
A terrible hair stylist, I'm destroying tracks
I don’t bust guns but my n***as deploy the strap
Then bring out a f**king .45 like Michael Jordan's back
I wanna give these n***as hell if heaven was grant
The best thing from PG since Kevin Durant
Hah, my name is, my name is, yeah
Oh yeah, YBN sh*t
Don't doubt my name, I said, I tell 'em what my name
N***a better know the name, yeah, YBN sh*t
Better know, my name is (yuh)
See, a n***a was skippin' cla**, damn I rather attempt the raps
Said f**k it I'm missing that, when I blow go tick for tack
I'm a boss on my Diddy sh*t, my flow is too hideous
Dropped out of school, senior year, a true idiot
You see, I wear designer bags, I don't carry minor cash
I'm trying to find the stack, big as Blac Chyna's a**
Oh you wack rhymers, trash climbers, that's kinda sad
In the pathfinder, but my path couldn't find my dad
Now my soul dented, pulled up in a Ghost tinted
In a drive-by, where n***as shooting sh*t like Cole Bennett
You ho's finished, in this rap sh*t a cold menace
But I'm flowin' gold liquid, damn I'm so vicious
Uh, my name is Cordae, but don't forget the YBN
I used to get high with friends off grandmama's vicodins
And mix it with a percocet, damn that really worked a sweat
My verse is just perfect, yeah, f**k it go and search the net
Hah, my name is, my name is
N***a's be the lamest, YBN sh*t
My name, you n***a's know his name
The n***a's flow is lame, n***a, hah
Man, these n***as whack as f**k
In this music sh*t, bro, like what the f**k
You n***as suck like sh*t bro, like
Damn you n***as f**king suck. man
Alright, alright
Now listen, listen loud and clear, you dig?
This is uh, this is history
For real n***a
Yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Now check me out, listen
Why everybody change on me?
While I remain the same, that's why I'm bringing Major Payne
Like mothaf**kin' Damon Wayans
And now you chickens is toast, this ain't Raising Cane's
It's clear we wasn't raised the same, rappers lame with fame
I'm known to kill a wack rapper like a bad hobby
I smash hotties and stash bodies, then cop lil' boats
Like that's Yachty, and that's probably
Why I'm so fly that I crash lobbies and after it slap thotties
I'm a rap fanatic who rap fantastic without the platinum status
Why I'm blastin' the maddest 'cause most of these cats is average (uh)
I swear to God that I never lie to avoid a fact
A terrible hair stylist, I'm destroying tracks
I don’t bust guns but my n***as deploy the strap
Then bring out a f**king .45 like Michael Jordan's back
I wanna give these n***as hell if heaven was grant
The best thing from PG since Kevin Durant
Hah, my name is, my name is, yeah
Oh yeah, YBN sh*t
Don't doubt my name, I said, I tell 'em what my name
N***a better know the name, yeah, YBN sh*t
Better know, my name is (yuh)
See, a n***a was skippin' cla**, damn I rather attempt the raps
Said f**k it I'm missing that, when I blow go tick for tack
I'm a boss on my Diddy sh*t, my flow is too hideous
Dropped out of school, senior year, a true idiot
You see, I wear designer bags, I don't carry minor cash
I'm trying to find the stack, big as Blac Chyna's a**
Oh you wack rhymers, trash climbers, that's kinda sad
In the pathfinder, but my path couldn't find my dad
Now my soul dented, pulled up in a Ghost tinted
In a drive-by, where n***as shooting sh*t like Cole Bennett
You ho's finished, in this rap sh*t a cold menace
But I'm flowin' gold liquid, damn I'm so vicious
Uh, my name is Cordae, but don't forget the YBN
I used to get high with friends off grandmama's vicodins
And mix it with a percocet, damn that really worked a sweat
My verse is just perfect, yeah, f**k it go and search the net
Hah, my name is, my name is
N***a's be the lamest, YBN sh*t
My name, you n***a's know his name
The n***a's flow is lame, n***a, hah
Man, these n***as whack as f**k
In this music sh*t, bro, like what the f**k
You n***as suck like sh*t bro, like
Damn you n***as f**king suck. man
