[Verse 1: GAWNE]
All my life premeditated
My motive was never stated, just know that I'm dedicated
Algebraic, keep cool and calculated
You fools get checkmated when I move like a chess player
Nowadays, them woke folks gon' expose ya'
They cancel you for the culture, one hashtag and it's over
Y'all lived your life just to be liked and it's sad
The likes of which will post a pic and count up likes on the 'Gram, damn
Uh, used to get slept on daily (Brrt), but I still kept on, shit's not
Really finna be okay after we go crazy, bitch, we the G-O-A-T's (Yeah, yeah)
E'rybody keep on hating (Huh?), 'til they see me get famous
Then switch teams like Katie, it's cockamamie how they've stopped complaining (Uh)
Fairweather when it blow, where'd the real ones go?
Then again I guess I never really get offended, when up on the internet, you get the trolls
I just wanna let 'em know that I'm about to spit fire, never misfire
I'm the messiah, finna stoke the flames, like a Boeing plane to a Twin Tower
I don't really think it's gonna be too fuckin' difficult to kill a flow, 'cause every time I work up in the studio
I spit it like a missile then obliterate another one of the critics who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the only one to win it
Though a minimal amount I wanna spit in is the equivalent to what I'm gonna do when I get up into the
Fuckin' inner workings of Illuminati, I don't really got a human body, and you're never gonna make it to the pinnacle
I swear to God, I'm never gonna quit it 'til I make a fuckin' living, even then, I gotta elevate
I'll never slow momentum, I'm disintegratin' anyone who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the head of state
I penetrated into the game like insemination, been a menace, yeah, but then again ,never been a friend of an enemy
I'd rather behead 'em and leave 'em dead in the Chesapeake, when I be enterin' the level of Rap God, I'm heavenly
So now what? What to do? I don't even really know where to go, how come
Every time I get up on a track you motherfuckers gettin' outgunned?
'Bout time I get my respect for the sweat, tears and now, blood
So that one day I'll be Rushmore when they put me on top of that mountain
All my life premeditated
My motive was never stated, just know that I'm dedicated
Algebraic, keep cool and calculated
You fools get checkmated when I move like a chess player
Nowadays, them woke folks gon' expose ya'
They cancel you for the culture, one hashtag and it's over
Y'all lived your life just to be liked and it's sad
The likes of which will post a pic and count up likes on the 'Gram, damn
Uh, used to get slept on daily (Brrt), but I still kept on, shit's not
Really finna be okay after we go crazy, bitch, we the G-O-A-T's (Yeah, yeah)
E'rybody keep on hating (Huh?), 'til they see me get famous
Then switch teams like Katie, it's cockamamie how they've stopped complaining (Uh)
Fairweather when it blow, where'd the real ones go?
Then again I guess I never really get offended, when up on the internet, you get the trolls
I just wanna let 'em know that I'm about to spit fire, never misfire
I'm the messiah, finna stoke the flames, like a Boeing plane to a Twin Tower
I don't really think it's gonna be too fuckin' difficult to kill a flow, 'cause every time I work up in the studio
I spit it like a missile then obliterate another one of the critics who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the only one to win it
Though a minimal amount I wanna spit in is the equivalent to what I'm gonna do when I get up into the
Fuckin' inner workings of Illuminati, I don't really got a human body, and you're never gonna make it to the pinnacle
I swear to God, I'm never gonna quit it 'til I make a fuckin' living, even then, I gotta elevate
I'll never slow momentum, I'm disintegratin' anyone who was thinkin' I wasn't gonna be the head of state
I penetrated into the game like insemination, been a menace, yeah, but then again ,never been a friend of an enemy
I'd rather behead 'em and leave 'em dead in the Chesapeake, when I be enterin' the level of Rap God, I'm heavenly
So now what? What to do? I don't even really know where to go, how come
Every time I get up on a track you motherfuckers gettin' outgunned?
'Bout time I get my respect for the sweat, tears and now, blood
So that one day I'll be Rushmore when they put me on top of that mountain
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