Gulag
Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag
Bitch I'm a freak, I ain't human
Been doing this, no rumour
Okay boomer
I don't know how many times I told you
I'ma raise this roof like 'Oh lord'
Last year you was hating on man
Now I see you front row at the show taking photos
I'm charged up like solar
Man's gone clear, bitch, so long
Come see me in the gulag
I'm outclassed by no one
Look, shit's too easy
No matter what I say, it's Certi'
You graduated and went back
I made a mil by thirty
Dirty
Step up the gameplan, man, it ain't working
Married to the game, I've been flirting
You ain't put time in, nah, you ain't worthy
I can kill your career on purpose
Pause your career and do enough circles
I feel like a god, pray for me at churches
You can play dressed up, clap for the nurses
Can't see me on the verses
I have you zipped up, run a shotty in the hearses
Yeah, 1v1, I'll be the last man standing
I got trees of 20 acres in the mansion
You ain't getting in the way of what's mine
It's me against the world, you can call me Carole Baskin
Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag
Bitch I'm a freak, I ain't human
Been doing this, no rumour
Okay boomer
I don't know how many times I told you
I'ma raise this roof like 'Oh lord'
Last year you was hating on man
Now I see you front row at the show taking photos
I'm charged up like solar
Man's gone clear, bitch, so long
Come see me in the gulag
I'm outclassed by no one
Yo, one, two, three, that's genie
Blue in the face, Fenty like Riri
I ain't got time so it's one for the repeat
Royalty is hitting the account like each week
Twenty for tax and the rest for the watch
Came from the middle but eyes on the top
Yeah, take a train to Notts
'Cause dinner with Froch
Easy, laid back
That's my style when you hear me on playback
I'ma stack these rocks like A$AP
I'ma throw these fists like Rayman
I don't care what you say, man
I'm already in my own damn lane, man
I won't drop the ball like I'm Lehman
I'm tryna up the score and get paid, man
Yeah, everything I touch is flames, man
Oh, really know I never miss when I'm aiming
Got 'em praying on they knees saying 'Amen'
Might fuck around and make a mil, can you blame me?
Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag
Bitch I'm a freak, I ain't human
Been doing this, no rumour
Okay boomer
I don't know how many times I told you
I'ma raise this roof like 'Oh lord'
Last year you was hating on man
Now I see you front row at the show taking photos
I'm charged up like solar
Man's gone clear, bitch, so long
Come see me in the gulag
I'm outclassed by no one
Bitch I'm a freak, I ain't human
Been doing this, no rumour
Okay boomer
I don't know how many times I told you
I'ma raise this roof like 'Oh lord'
Last year you was hating on man
Now I see you front row at the show taking photos
I'm charged up like solar
Man's gone clear, bitch, so long
Come see me in the gulag
I'm outclassed by no one
Look, shit's too easy
No matter what I say, it's Certi'
You graduated and went back
I made a mil by thirty
Dirty
Step up the gameplan, man, it ain't working
Married to the game, I've been flirting
You ain't put time in, nah, you ain't worthy
I can kill your career on purpose
Pause your career and do enough circles
I feel like a god, pray for me at churches
You can play dressed up, clap for the nurses
Can't see me on the verses
I have you zipped up, run a shotty in the hearses
Yeah, 1v1, I'll be the last man standing
I got trees of 20 acres in the mansion
You ain't getting in the way of what's mine
It's me against the world, you can call me Carole Baskin
Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag
Bitch I'm a freak, I ain't human
Been doing this, no rumour
Okay boomer
I don't know how many times I told you
I'ma raise this roof like 'Oh lord'
Last year you was hating on man
Now I see you front row at the show taking photos
I'm charged up like solar
Man's gone clear, bitch, so long
Come see me in the gulag
I'm outclassed by no one
Yo, one, two, three, that's genie
Blue in the face, Fenty like Riri
I ain't got time so it's one for the repeat
Royalty is hitting the account like each week
Twenty for tax and the rest for the watch
Came from the middle but eyes on the top
Yeah, take a train to Notts
'Cause dinner with Froch
Easy, laid back
That's my style when you hear me on playback
I'ma stack these rocks like A$AP
I'ma throw these fists like Rayman
I don't care what you say, man
I'm already in my own damn lane, man
I won't drop the ball like I'm Lehman
I'm tryna up the score and get paid, man
Yeah, everything I touch is flames, man
Oh, really know I never miss when I'm aiming
Got 'em praying on they knees saying 'Amen'
Might fuck around and make a mil, can you blame me?
Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag
Bitch I'm a freak, I ain't human
Been doing this, no rumour
Okay boomer
I don't know how many times I told you
I'ma raise this roof like 'Oh lord'
Last year you was hating on man
Now I see you front row at the show taking photos
I'm charged up like solar
Man's gone clear, bitch, so long
Come see me in the gulag
I'm outclassed by no one
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Writer(s): Andrew John Shane
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