Lyrics to Ramen Noodles
Humming
You want to write another verse?
Bet, I got the layout
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, laughing 'cause none of you dudes can par me
Ramen noodles with sake like Naruto Uzumaki
I signed a deal but I'm far from Illuminati
That's a bit of a stretch, call me Luffy-san, you ain't cruising past me
Fuck producing beats 'cause I'd much rather hit the stu' with Kharni
Jump in the booth and tell him to loop my heartbeat
Designer shoes, Armani and some new Versaci
If you're the smartest in the room, I guess you're stupid hard, G
I don't need a ghost writеr, my pen is alive
I'm like Ghеtts in Shellington Crescent, a legend to grime (Shell em)
I leave a legacy every record I write
You only leave a legacy 'cause you left it behind
And they ain't getting any better, a steady decline
They never tremble any hype, [?]
Got my head in the sky as I check for a sign
Of extra-terrestrial, interdimensional, intelligent life
'Cause I used to be depressed every second of life
No biggie, I was ready to die, better get you a knife
If rap was a rack and too friendly, I'd reckon they're sly
They're tryna get a leg up but I wouldn't bet against I
Or else I ain't letting it slide, I ain't likely to stop
Even when I set it aside, I'm still writing a lot
It doesn't matter if you like it or not
I always get even by defying the odds you fuckin' dickhead
Yeah
Yeah
Ramen noodles in the pot, bitch
Yeah, laughing 'cause none of you dudes can par me
Ramen noodles with sake
I've been getting blazed so now my eyes are turning red like the Sharingan and Kakashi
Ah fuck off, you thought you were getting a second verse?
You fuckin' maggots, get fucked
Humming
Ha, shit
Get fucked
BRRRRRRRRRRRA
You want to write another verse?
Bet, I got the layout
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, laughing 'cause none of you dudes can par me
Ramen noodles with sake like Naruto Uzumaki
I signed a deal but I'm far from Illuminati
That's a bit of a stretch, call me Luffy-san, you ain't cruising past me
Fuck producing beats 'cause I'd much rather hit the stu' with Kharni
Jump in the booth and tell him to loop my heartbeat
Designer shoes, Armani and some new Versaci
If you're the smartest in the room, I guess you're stupid hard, G
I don't need a ghost writеr, my pen is alive
I'm like Ghеtts in Shellington Crescent, a legend to grime (Shell em)
I leave a legacy every record I write
You only leave a legacy 'cause you left it behind
And they ain't getting any better, a steady decline
They never tremble any hype, [?]
Got my head in the sky as I check for a sign
Of extra-terrestrial, interdimensional, intelligent life
'Cause I used to be depressed every second of life
No biggie, I was ready to die, better get you a knife
If rap was a rack and too friendly, I'd reckon they're sly
They're tryna get a leg up but I wouldn't bet against I
Or else I ain't letting it slide, I ain't likely to stop
Even when I set it aside, I'm still writing a lot
It doesn't matter if you like it or not
I always get even by defying the odds you fuckin' dickhead
Yeah
Yeah
Ramen noodles in the pot, bitch
Yeah, laughing 'cause none of you dudes can par me
Ramen noodles with sake
I've been getting blazed so now my eyes are turning red like the Sharingan and Kakashi
Ah fuck off, you thought you were getting a second verse?
You fuckin' maggots, get fucked
Humming
Ha, shit
Get fucked
BRRRRRRRRRRRA
