"Couldn't Have Said It Better, Pt. 3" lyrics
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
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 their 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 a M and make it back, dawg? (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
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 (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 25 like an Adele album
Yeah I'm feeling good as ever (I am)
Shit I'm actually feeling way better, yeah (True)
They want me to prove what I'm worth
I tell em', I'll see you niggas on October 21st
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
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 their 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 a M and make it back, dawg? (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
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 (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 25 like an Adele album
Yeah I'm feeling good as ever (I am)
Shit I'm actually feeling way better, yeah (True)
They want me to prove what I'm worth
I tell em', I'll see you niggas on October 21st
Writer(s): Nhlawulo Mashimbyi, Lehlogonolo Ronald Mataboge
