[Verse 1] Nowadays I don't see any new G.O.A.T's Everybody sound like a hoe Everybody wanna mumble shit lyrics and flow Oh no, hell no, don't talk about that! Don't talk about bars, you rapping too fast I just hit 'em with the rhythm while slamming up on the gas What the fuck would I be if not bringing that heat? Be a Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, sucka MC, whoo! Everybody claiming they finna blow “We finesse, we the best, we the goat Sell a drug, shoot a gun, slap a bitch, kill a hoe” Can't believe you mother fuckers thinking that you're lyrical You ain't even half my pedigree And we got Kato on the beat with the hall of fame melody Better be ready for the fucking lyrical machete When I be chopping it up and dropping it with a head of steam Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopper gunner cutting like a bone saw I don't think they ready for the flow, oh hell no, nah! Bitch I'm so raw when I rhyme like a bull-ride Yo mind getting thrown off, like on Zoloft Shit, and I been the greatest, I demonstrated it Every time I get up on the mic, too innovative Luke Gawne coming with a new song Haters been plotting on a beat like Ed Gein, right? Cause it's premeditated! I'm unleashing that freakin' wrath, like a sneak attack on the track Take a peek at that beat, when I eat it like a pussy cat Never been a quitter, but I dropped outta class So I could get a degree in the rap Carry my team like a piggy back PhD spitter, yeah, Doctor L.G., the emerging MC doing emergency surgery Urgent, so hurry, I need to be seen by a priest, and be treated for all of my demons I'm leaving like Andrew Luck, I gotta go exorcist, Emily Rose Haters I keep on their toes like they was seeing ghosts, boo!
[Chorus] All my goddamn life, all my life been waiting to blow Y'all ain't know nothing about all the winning I handle my business, yeah, bitch, cause I'm grown! No, no, you won't ever be this Damn, you could never be that Whoa, all I know is that I'm calling bullshit Tell them Sucka MC's that I'm back!
[Verse 2] Y'all ain't never seen one of them like me KATO on the beat Me and him are like Walter White, we got too much chemistry But no methamphetamine, just wrecking the enemy Cause ever since I was a little kid I got up on the mic like it was fentanyl And murdered every song with fucking wordiness So now I'm worried sick that I might end it all From all the bad and wrong I did the dirtiness So do I plead the fifth like I'm a guilty bitch Before the jury sits and the judge's verdict hits me like a ton of brick And gotta serve the shit, unh! I don't know why they want me to go down this road Bitches they better look out below I go geronimo, he's going out of control Been a student of rap but not making the honor roll Delinquent, the truancy, but still a true MC Bad apples falling like dominos Haters, I hold em' accountable Sucka MC's, yeah, I keep em' at bay, like Guantanamo! Every time I get up on a beat, I been a menace To the people who was thinking I was never gonna amount To someone bigger than the person that you thought I woulda been But I put my pen to paper, now I'm making it out As a teenage boy I was living in a town Full of mother fucking haters who was filling me with doubt But I overcame pain like Novocaine spray Now I dream big, w-w-with my head up in the clouds, whoo! Yeah I'm in love with the game, I don't do this for fame Me and you are not the same All I do is spit flame, everything you do is lame Greatness is what I chase, while all you chasing is clout Sucka MC, you a rodeo clown Rapping polio child, get cut by me like what Belichick did to Antonio BrownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
