This thread is yet the latest example of why Aubrey stans are the fukkin WOAT fanbase in all of music. You have this dude who's made songs titled like "ALL ME" with lyrics/hooks such as these:
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot
It's a lot, fukk that, never mind what I got
nikka don't watch that cause I
Came up, that's all me
Stayed true, that's all me (Yeah)
No help, that's all me
All me for real
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
1st Verse
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even fukked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shyt
I heard your new shyt, nikka hated it
Damon Wayans homie don't play that shyt
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shyt is like a greatest hits
God damn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all don't fukk with' us and we don't fukk with' y'all, it's no different over on this side
God damn
Should I listen to everybody or myself?
Cause myself just told myself, "You the motherfukkin' man, you don't need no help."
Cashin' checks and I'm bigging up my chest,
Ya'll keep talking 'bout who next,
But I'm about as big as it gets
I swear ya'll just wastin' ya'll breath,
I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat,
I'm a make it last forever,
It's not your time 'cause I ain't done yet,
Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle,
I was made for all of this shyt,
And I'm on the road box office sales,
I'm getting paid for all of this shyt,
Ask you to please excuse my table manners,
I was making room for the table dancers,
'Cause if we judging off your advances,
I just got paid like eight advances, God damn!
2nd Verse
Oh Me. Oh Me. Oh my. I think I done fukked too many women from the 305
'Fore the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds, three more times,
Smoking on that kush all in our section like it's legalized
Girl, you can't always have your way, sometimes it be like that
They don't really fukk with you like that, they ain't never did me like that
I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that
I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that shyt right back (no more free Randy)
I'm blessed than a motherfukker,
nikkas been stressed than a motherfukker
nikkas gettin' nervous, clutchin' they chests like a motherfukker,
Damn that's a motherfukker
Tell the truth, I don't listen to ya,
'Cause I don't like being lied to
And that ship won't sail,
And that wind won't guide you
Daddy was in jail we was talkin' through the window,
Like a motherfukking drive-through
That was back then man,
Now my nikkas rich enough to do whatever I do
But yet this clown is out here operating sweat shops with unknown artists who just hopes to one day be put on, to write his music, so his mediocre ass can perform it & ripe the vast majority of the benefits. Look at those damn lyrics in the bold.
Between this song and those reference tracks ("pray the real live forever man, pray the fakes get exposed"-QM), I honestly think this nikkas ghostwriters be trolling him to see if he would have the audacity to spit the verse that they crafted for him verbatim, so they can sit back and laugh at his clown ass dissing himself.
nikka learn what a fukkin ghostwriter is before u talk. it def aint taking a couple bars from ur brother. and u aint telling me shyt about it cause I used to ghostwrite.
One mic had 4 off the rup
look they doing it already, ol "thats different!" ass mfs
