GOAT J.R. Writer (Ft. Cassidy)

[Verse 1 - J.R. Writer]
I'm the greatest of all time
Nigga, ask around -- I've been great for a long time
On grind, I be amazing, I'm off mines
You ain't gotta pass the crown, I'm taking what's all mines
Who don't shine? My wristwatch make the chicks hot
A lil' head in the car -- that's a whip-wop
Then tell her kick rocks, thinking she gon' get guap
Ain't got enough for the train, I tell the bitch, hop
This is real hip-hop, what the kid drop
You couldn't slow the dog down at a pit stop
I play like 'Melo, but I keep a big shot
Shoot you while you pushing your work -- that's a sling shot
I'm already king, I've chin-checked the ring
You waiting on the right pitch, you don't never swing
Mask, black gloves, all-black everything
Black Mag, black snub, floormat, everything
You'll respect me then, would you, shouldn't you
I'm sick of you niggas talking on what you wouldn't do
I mean, look at you -- I make it hard to look at you
Come through and shake the whole block down -- I'm shook of who?
I'm live-er than that, hotter than that
I leave the whole strip red, no Prada to match
I body a track, bottle the crack
These niggas act like I woke up and forgot how to rap
I'm back