Jacob Tomlin - Court Royale (feat. Skarr) Lyrics

How you gonna hate wearin' Levi's?
I am not pretending I'm the G.O.A.T because my style is mine
But if you claim that you better
Then no doubt you is a liar
I'm 13 making better
It reminds me, big up Syre!
Jay
Free Tay-K
Bah bah!
Bang bang!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah, gang gang
Gang gang, yuh!
Yeah yeah!

I'm better than you go back to sleep (Go back to slee-eep!)
My shit get retarded, yours is weak (It's weak- it's weak)
I do it everyday and every week (And- every week)
You can not attempt to rap on beat, nah! (Can't rap on beat)
We lose the people ever making heat (Making heat)
The best die young, it's real freaky (Real freaky)
Come to you at night, your souls I'm reaping (Reap, reaping)
I might just pull up on you, don't do no cheating (Do no cheating, no)
How you gonna hate wearin' Levi's?
I am not pretending I'm the G.O.A.T because my style is mine
But if you claim that you better
Then no doubt you is a liar
I'm 13 making better
It reminds me, big up Syre! (Big up Syre!)
Sit back and admire ('Mire)
Me while I rip this beat like a slashed tyre (Slashed tyre)
Bitch I'm in
Sitting in my room, writing writtens with a pen
Thinking 'bout the next person I could slay, no stress!

Gotta blast! (Court Royale-Royale)
I might not last! (Court Royale-Royale)
You in the past! (Court Royale-Royale)
Nike shoes on, I feel the best!
Gotta blast! (Court Royale-Royale)
I might not last! (Court Royale-Royale)
You in the past! (Court Royale-Royale)
Nike shoes on, I feel the best!
(Vroom, vroom vroom!)

You acting like you rise up but you can't (Yeah, no you can't)
Everybody hatin' on me, tauntin'
You know that I'm posted on the block and toting (Ayy!)
I see you around the corner and you're smoking (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)
Everybody hatin' on me, they don't know me (They don't know me)
Everybody hatin' on me, they don't know me (Know me)
They don't really want to notice, they just hate me (Yeah)
For no reason, they just don't like my personality (Uh)
Everybody want the clout, but everybody can't get out (Woo! Woo!)
I don't really notice but you know I'm with the South
Everybody hating on me you know you is pouting
You're toting, you're living, you're smoking your dope
I don't really notice

Gotta blast! (Court Royale-Royale)
I might not last! (Court Royale-Royale)
You in the past! (Court Royale-Royale)
Nike shoes on, I feel the best!
Gotta blast! (Court Royale-Royale)
I might not last! (Court Royale-Royale)
You in the past! (Court Royale-Royale)
Nike shoes on, I feel the best!

I'll sort the creativity out, and you can sort the licensing (Ayy! Ayy)
When I'm in pain, I won't pop percs
I will pop a Vicodin
Take out whatever shit is in the box
Put a spider in (Damn!)
Try me like them pussy, I'll destroy you like the vikings did (Bang bang!)
You laugh when people get shot up (Yeah)
You steal more flows than a robber (Rob 'em)
What you call a diss, I call slaughter (ahem)
I clear my throat you a gonner
I got a .9 full of lyrics, I'm ready to let it blow
This talking in my ear more annoying than "Let it Go"
At least it isn't frozen over more than Elsa's room
(Did you really just make that reference?)
Yes I did, don't get it misconstrued

Gotta blast! (Court Royale-Royale)
I might not last! (Court Royale-Royale)
You in the past! (Court Royale-Royale)
Nike shoes on, I feel the best!
Gotta blast! (Court Royale-Royale)
I might not last! (Court Royale-Royale)
You in the past! (Court Royale-Royale)
Nike shoes on, I feel the best!