Neymar is BACK! Outrageous Skills & Goals 2020

I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life I won a grammy, but I probably never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon **** the system, I'm that nigga Been in love, cut the rules, I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose, now that gettin' old enough It's my turn to cut the food, back to play, where my drink? This my day, lucky you, **** you too I gotta move, I gotta move Give me some room, give me some room Give me the truth I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple grammys, but I sold my soul to get em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition **** the difference, I'm that cracker Been in love, **** the rules, man I used to risk it all Now I got too much to lose, I've been eatin' long enough Man my stomach should be full, I just ate, lick the plate Marvel fame, lucky me, **** you date I got a couple of mentions, still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers, but to these kids it don't actually matter They askin' me what the **** happened to hip-hop, I said I don't have any answers Cause I took a nap when I dropped my last album, it hurt me like hell when I'm back on these travels And actually comin' from humble beginnings, I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say what a wonderful feeling, we're on the up-swing like we're punchin' the ceilings But nothing is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability to even stick to a subject It's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Heartless of others, now why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin' And mumble and **** it, I'm goin' for the juggle, that ---- is a circus You clowns that are comin' up, don't give an ounce of a motherfuck about the points I can't afford you to make rap, it's recap, wait, that's when he's bad Recap, okay, next, ain't that's where the G raps came at You need three stacks, ASAP, and bring that, it's the ace back, just tap These rappers have brain damage, auto-lean rappin', face taps are about like tree sap I don't hate rap, and I don't wanna seem mad, but in fact, it won't hold me at the same hat Never take that feedback, and ain't next, I need that It's inevitable, they took a button to press it, whatever, the more we give it a snap, though And if I paid attention, I'm probably niggin' it bigger, but you been takin' a dick with a fuckin' backhoe I'm the fuckin' eminent, got me thinkin' of finishin' everything with a seat a minute