START LYRICS
ACT II: Track 2
…for the Record
Llegos
(prod. g bb)


INTRO
Ya, Welcome
Welcome to the Start
Just…for the Record
Whoo! Ching-a-ling-a-ding-ding
Ching-a-ring-a-ding
A-ring-a-ding-ding-ding, A-ring-a-ding-ding-ding
Yee


HOOK
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be


VERSE 1
Yeah yeah, come fuck with me, I'm going places that you'd like to
I can make a hundred beats and then proceed to spit ‘em right through
Jaws drop they can't believe, they get surprised that it is a white dude
And now I got em stressing ‘bout the things I might do
Ay, coming around and in love with this sound
If there's something I want then I'm hunting it down
Up in the clouds and sky bound, my lifestyle’s ‘bout heights now
You’re curled in bed in a nightgown
I'm working ahead, I'm a night owl
Bite sound, till I'm iced out
Hundred to count, fuck wit me now
My weed is in a bag ripe fruit in a mason jar
Your music is a drag like we are racing cars
I barely have to brag if you bring them basic bars
Basking in vapors, young Nicky villain, Darth Vader, Ah


HOOK
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
If you're in love with me, you better fuck with me now
Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be


VERSE 2
Yeah yeah, I always keep it real, 100 percent authentic
Growing up from a boy into this man, I already been it
If I say this shit then I meant it
Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow

I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords, spit lines, get high, like my credit score

A king to this land, I reign and let it pour
Flow streams like reservoir, no sleep, rest or snore
Collect and store until my head swells
Now I need neck support for my skeleton
I wanna get hella rich, and then get some more
Music taught me less is more
Can't conform to heavens door
Working morning eleven to four am
I a-m meant for more


BRIDGE
I'm a nice ass motherfucker
Working hard and going upward
I've had this shit in the bag from the Start
Young god in the form of an artist
And this is just the Start of it, this is just the Start of it

Wo shi yige bucuo de pigu motherfucker
Nuli gongzou he xiangshang
Wo cong yi kaishi jiu zai bao li you zhege gou shi
Nianqing de she yishujia de coche
Zhe zhishi ta de kaishi, zhishi de kaishi


(You see, I told y'all on Hello…I Am The Fellow that English was too easy, I might switch to Cantonese on G’eez…and y'all didn't really believe me...haha, what’s good?
Young God! Young God! Ay…for the Record this is how the young god came to be)



HOURS LYRICS
ACT II: Track 2
…for the Record
Llegos
(prod. g bb)


INTRO
You can turn it a little louder…Ok that’s, one notch down…that’s good

Nicky is a thief, so please ask yourself what is blood to a leech?

I got all the hours in the day
But so many ideas want to come out to play


VERSE 1
This is the reason I purposely evolved myself into an Insomniac
I kept spinning records of sound, around like the hubcaps of a Pontiac
The hardest working motherfucker I'm on top of that
If something goes down I got your back

(I suffer from hypochondria)

The creative inner G of Baby G
Is basically the energy of ATP
From a mitochondria
My pearly whites are obviously an ostrea
Hobgoblin has been throwing bombs from his esophagus
I turned on the Future of hip-hop and I got the softest dick
Y’all don't want no problem with me, but let me speak what the problem is
These blockheads are gasoline, it is hot, but it pollutes the stream
And I'm the universal solute, I'm water
Now let the faucet drip
I make a profit and I split it
I'm on the clock like time, some of my lines you might need to pause to get it
Pause


HOOK
Thieves have come and left and gone and everybody knows
Believe what's in your retina, especially when your eyes are closed

(Aaaah-oo-oo-ooo) (x7)



VERSE 2
You see there is not much that I am scared of because I conquered myself
Me and the devil have been in a stare off inside my every single cell
I often conclude that my music is worth way more than to sell
He wipes mascara off his face as I walk away from hell

I have been been working uber hard but y’all can probably tell
I’m gonna make it super far, that’s where I prosper to dwell
I’ll get a coupe for a car and buy things that aren't for sale
I was a loser to start now y’all are alarmed as a bell
Y’all want the proof in my art now that that G is doing well
Well I got truth in my bars so I proceed to speak and spell
I'm going lunar to mars just because I might as well
And my words can be marked soon I will ensemble Pharrell
I am ahead of the fed troopers doing things I shouldn't tell
My head is Lex Luther, I think I’m gonna get locked up for bail
But I am not a bad man, I rap with a harp and a spell
Someone please go tell Batman, I need help, Arkham has fell
You see I'm assuming my part, my art is to spill this wealth
I am living in the farthest part of this particle realm
I carve artifacts with my martyrous zeal
Set apart from charts and imbeciles, I'm marvelous and I’m still on the swell
I have been in the booth so long I need a shower I smell
I got a pooch said she wants to undo my trousers and my belt
But I gave her the deuce, I'd rather spend an hour by myself
How the fuck will I not make it with all these Hours on the shelf?


OUTRO
Time is money and I believe it is pay me o-clock


BEST YEAR LYRICS
Act II: Track 2
…for the Record
Llegos
(prod. g bb)

Intro
Dear my, d-d-d-dear my listener
Welcome to my spoken letter
Yee! Yee! Ay

Verse 1
Dear my listener
I'm in your ear, I'm in gear
Become inured to let the engine steer
I got lessons as an engineer
Best not interfere or I bet your ends near
Wrote a check to myself for next year
I came in this game, spelled my name to make things clear
This strain of Mary Jane melts my brain, let me think here
I paint a small frame, I smell fame so we clink beer
What I say has been done, no to-do or -ing here
I do as I please, it's more-so I pressure peers
I'm extra weird, you see my hormones are premiere
Get dressed with ease, my wardrobe the freshest gear
Business and pleasure, I foreshow my best of years
I'm an adult, oh dear, consequences are severe
My thirst gets quenched through cheers and second beers
I'm one of a kind in a celestial year
Oh you think you got lines? Well I'm a convex sphere, catch the concept here?

Hook
Dopey’s half deaf in his left ear
Yet, the most definite here
Dope hard to impress
So if Dope like what he hear it's cause its not far-fetched
Make sure what you've said is clear
Give him peace, he'll rest here
Welcome to the dop-est year
Bitch
(Best year)

Welcome to my best year
Welcome to my best year (Welcome, welcome
Welcome to my best year (Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome)

I said, I must write once again
Blot my ink inside of the pen

Verse 2
Dear my listener
This is pure elixir
The cure is to sit back and grasp the picture
I prefer you refer to the young God as mister
Ain't no mystery the kid is a sliver of sinister
But a good man is a mixture
Of net worth, knows when to work
Can get hurt, owns a dress shirt
Has ethics, is independent, has a well known presence, can tell ya lessons
And not to mention I maintain a friendship with my sister
I swear this money, it couldn't come any quicker
Stomach growls from the prowl to make my allowance bigger
When I'm hungry, be my server, I'm a big tipper
Prepared to count so much loud I should quiet down and whisper
Devilishly good looking
But don't get me mistooken for a kid who didn't get his books in
I'm out here writing verses and taking what I like
Captain of the hook, I'm crooking
Won't be laying in a cushion, I'm staying up tonight

Outro
Always staying up
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome!
Welcome, welcome!


Points of view make up a man
Welcome to the dark eye of our hero