Excruciate 666 / Sovereign
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(One, two, three) Ay, ay, ay, let's get it It's a lot of fake niggas, a lot of snakes in the grass A lot of fake love, a lot of wolves in them sheepskin A lot of pretense, a lot of two-faced Acting like friends, it's a lot of this and a lot of that A lot of hearsays, a lot of cap I ain't losing my head, just stating facts A lot of acts, bunch of Judases like Jesus please, they don't want this smoke These niggas ain't woke like click, click, click Niggas playin' checkers, but I'm playin' chess Tryna be me, but we ain't the same Wanna be me, but you ain't in my lane I kinda feel sorry, you should be ashamed Nigga you nеver got cuffed to the gamе You just a wimp, you got pimped to the game You's just a bitch getting fucked by the game Unlike you, I don't want the fame It's just the price that I got to pay Ain't about hits, it's art Ain't about clout, it's 'bout Being the best and talking less See it on your faces, impressed? Yes me, Yes Sovi, I never do less Make it seem effortless Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm Jesus blesssed Everybody a G.O.A.T rapper till I rap after I rap, then they change their verses after Eat 'em up for supper No, no it ain't no laughter I never said I'm better It don't even matter Hop on the mic, make some dreams shatter Hop on the mic, make some enemies scatter Make them swallow their words, I can back it up Stand by every word I spit Every word I speak, they want my seat They want my peak, but where there's smoke There is fire, poking a dragon can Have dire aftermaths Do the math, you don't wanna dance With the Sovereign consequences are immense Not every G.O.A.T that calls themselves G.O.A.T is a G.O.A.T They call themselves gods bunch of cons Niggas turn on the aircon He ain't big, he's just a loose cannon Said he can rap, but we know he cannot It's always the ones you put on They always the ones who spit on your face They gotta atone They say they been slept on They cocky, high-key boasting With nothing, I'm roasting It ain't fiction, chasing attention Seeking attraction, it ain't attracted I'm Aerys they gon' call me mad But they know I'm a King I'm just a boy doing things, and I know that it stings They wanna be great, but they don't wanna pay homage That's why I gotta do damage Not 21 yet, but I'm savage Too young to have ghost-writers Too fly, call me a Ghost rider I'm on fire and the truth humble One verse can make the world crumble Give me a Lambo, I feel like Rambo Call me commando, am I the man though? I said redrum twice make their eardrums bust Ain't on crack just a dread-head Know their careers ended Give me a Lambo I feel like Rambo Call me commando Am I the man though? (Oh) Am I the man though? FYI, you got suspended Getting fueled with resentment Ain't nothing getting amended Like what? Ain't nothing getting amended Give me a Lambo I feel like Rambo Am I your man though? Call me commando Am I the man though? Am I the man though? (Oh)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026