Voli Contra - Islay lyrics

Yah, Name written in the stars
Yah know? Pain written in my scars
Yah, Name written in the stars
Islay you to sleep, yah, Islay you to sleep

Oh, hey whattup wit ya? Another day
Another dolla another song
Another cliché I’ll prolly holla
Like, "I’m better than blah blah blah
I’m so cool, yada yada, women love me
Ooh la la la"
They want cocky, varsity letterman flow
Couple punch lines like I’m telling
A hell of a joke
This is more Revenge of the Nerd
Cheerleader want me on her
Now she don’t want a quarter back
She more about a dollar
Uh, she more about a dollar
She more about a dollar
She more about a dollar funny things change
Shoulda caught him out of college
You jerk, I feel like Walter White right now
Gavidia, run through it, yeah
Yah, same shit, different stall
Ambition is in my blood
You driven as your garage
Pour Gavidia some Islay, he call it motor oil
I got him sipping it neat, no soda, water
At all you gotta savor the fire
Till the flavor’s admired
Baby, fuck a hand me down
The greatest shit is acquired and yeah
I got a brand some artists don’t understand
This the future, how rude
Let me properly introduce ya
To my middle class limbo
Picket fence purgatory
Uh, something heavenly is flowing
Through my pulmonary
Take that 9 to 5, shove it up ya buttocks
Baby, the wall cumming
Glory hole and I’m busting
This shit is over for all of my brothers
Sorry, Cole, but I’ll be owning the summer
I’m global warming this winter
Put OVO in the oven
Got Yeezy all in my dinner to
Feed that hole in my stomach
And Hova can’t even feel it
Don’t label me as a rapper
But Voli is more than gifted
Adele ain’t no competition, Taylor
I’ll let you finish
But, not before Lady Gaga’s my
Gold digging baby mama
I’ll make Beyoncé retire, uh, Rick Rubin
You’re fired and, Quincy
I’ll out-produce him like
Procreation in China
My population is rising
Not even MJ could fight it
And ummm, let’s see who else, oh
Paul McCartney don’t want it
Just let me finish this autograph
Signing for Warren Buffet i’m eating
You see these calories? Even PETA
Is mad at me cuz I’m a fuckin animal, pause
(paws) …bestiality did it all on my own
Did it all at in my home
Had my computer designed to
Give me studio time be the engineer
Ain’t no other producer involved
I’m a god, I’m prophetic, I’m Veezus, okay
I said it black Visa, now give me credit
As soon as I get the interest
You hitting me up for money, benefriends
Fuck every buddy

Picture my face before you descend
On your way down, let me pour you a drink
Is it bitter? Is it bitter?
Here’s a toast fuck your life, Islay
Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau
Nouveau nouveau Nouveau nouveau