[Verse 1:GAWNE] I been in the trenches Haters in my mentions Really in the field You was on the benches On the court with Shaq in the center Go together like The Avengers But I remember days when I was lil Mama couldn’t pay her bills So I’d train my skills It was all a dream Until shit got real Rapping with Shaquille O’Neal Quit now no I rather not I done came too far to go back to rock bottom With hand-me-down clothes My family got A pan or pot to piss We ain’t have a lot but I’ll be Damned if I’m a laughing stock Had to elevate above it like an astronaut But we ain’t blasting off no I’ll blast the Glock And leave a hole in your apple like a Macintosh Catch a Body with the pen Gotta be a sin Even God must’ve wanted me to win When the odds were slim Hit lottery and went against everyone who doubted me I’m probably the hottest in the ring Ding Ding What’s your best shot? Took it on the chin There’s no men alive On my level better get in line Bet I grind Many times more when I’m energized 99 percent of everybody getting genocide Foreal though The ill flows I killed those Far as skill goes I’ma savage deal blows I willed my way up the ladder Real close to the gold But I gotta slay the dragon Bilbo like Baggins I cackle and laugh inhale smoke Relax and takes notes The goat is now back With a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls Thanos 'bout to go snap and take souls Case closed Ripping a rap I go demented Like oh no flow is so cold that it froze December A co-defendant I’ve come to go hit a home run In the bottom of the 9th 'Bout to hold the pennant But Somedays feel I gotsta quit When anxiety is something that I jostle with The monster is Inside a sarcophagus In the pit of my stomach and esophagus I YELL! I LIVE ON THE EDGE I’M NOT SCARED OF THESE HEIGHTS CLOSE TO THE LEDGE THINK THAT I MIGHT FALL AND BE DEAD BY THE END OF THE NIGHT BUT THIS IS THE GREATEST I FELT IN MY LIFE RIGHT HEART OF THE FIGHT THIS IS THE PART THAT I LIKE AS I LAY ON THE MIC TIL’ THE FIRE AND FLAMES THEN IGNITE AND I’M HYPED CAUSE THE MAYHEM AND CHAOS EXCITES Spit flames mother fucker insane Got disdain So quit playin’ Bitch I’m Rick James When I spit a flow I leave this shit in critical May seem That y’ll are more fake than a titty with saline I used to day dream On the train at eighteen It made me go put out a videotape because We was hoping that my city would rate thee A-team But instead these idiots hate me Found rap and I gave it a whirl Middle finger aimed at the world world Sipping on moscato til’ the bottom of the bottle Feelin’ hollow cause I got a lot of haters and it’s making me hurl Sick of y’all always starting shit You could push me up until my hard limit Yeah but after that it ain’t just an argument You getting Spartan kicked into a dark abyss
[Hook:GAWNE] They think I’m insane You tell me I’ve changed Yeah somedays it feels like I’m holding my breath I went out of my way Keeping you safe You don’t know half of the secrets I’ve kept Living with shame From all of this pain So what can I gain When nothing is left? What can I gain when nothing is left?
[Verse 2:Shaquille O'Neal] They think I’m the goat I tell them you’re right For sure I’m a Stunna now put some respect on me I wasn’t able to sit at the table Now they wanna eat with me Go find a recipe We invested to be All the best we could be It’s a check for me Don’t go testing me Ain’t no pressure They showing no threats to me Heat like the Magic they go open sesame The hate I get it excessively The cake I get it aggressively I don’t think they get the message I could jet ski Or take a jet to ski Way up And y’all know I’m pressure free Lay up Y’all could go referee I get new paper They gotta extra me And this two door it ain’t but a pet to me Fish bowl the coupe when I fly through like gas in a bottle I’m Hot as a Molotov I party at grottos and villas with women that’s dressing like Natasha Romanoff They treat me like Clooney in Sicily Back in the bricks all we had was the stroganoff Now the money like the streets of Venice Cause everything liquid and they just keep logging off —Left Where you don’t wanna really go Hit’ em with the pepper make’ em turn into a chili bowl Only with the riders in the city Where they mind is on The milli’s if you got it they say give me those Everything I shown Everything I own Everything I done’s 1 of 1 like Penny clothes Everywhere I go you know the semi goes Ee like Eddie Murphy and Arsenio I retired already Why you playing with me I inspired already What you saying to me I walked fire already It put the flame to me Put me higher than anybody could aim to be You’ll never be the same as me I’m living what they portraying to be Ok, everybody stay in ya seat I keep a M&M with me And its Equivalent to Dre and a beat Miami LA Parade in the street You Valet I stay in the suite For me Payday is everyday of the week Everybody play But I’m playing for keeps I did it my way From the Bay to the Beach Way to the top Y’all faded beneath I tell’ em the best advice Bet on yourself But thinking you better than me Ain’t a belief Deez is on a roll Deez is on the road Deez on the control They going outta control I’m legend God of the mosh pit You are a peasant My yard got a ostrich Painted tank in Gray like a rhinoceros Say you better They are preposterous You ain’t for the family Then we opposite Word to Twism Diesel Dog The Mafia We ain’t only repping it We locking it I ain’t only stepping I’m Reebok’n it You ain’t on a record Put a sock in it You just buy the product I get stock in it I just find it funny To remind you dummies That my time is money I’m approximate You just pick a spot And set up shop on it When I pick a spot I put a block on it
Oh We don’t got nothing to let go I got no fuckin’ respectful for You let our lovin’ go next door Fading out from us like echos Calling my name I hear them calling my name Think I’m insane Diesel and GAWNE Yeah we ballin’- So call us G.O.A.T’sTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
