[Intro]
Yo, East side in this motherfucker
ATL, stand up, baby
Yeah
Uh, check, look
[Verse]
I could be pissed and annoyed and come off as dismissive and poise
Picture me jumpin' ship and not winnin' shit with the boys
If I catch a whiff of a ploy, then we liftin' the toy
Takin' your food, leavin' your kitchen destroyed, look like a missile deployed
Glock 40., hit a switch, that shit a automatic
I got a shorty flippin' scripts like she Paula Patton
You wasn't really with the shit, you just saw it happen
They caught 'em lackin', niggas trip, takin' all the platinum
So many flows, this one for this song, the next one I switch it up
This one to get bit up, you fucks
Pick it up, I'm in my fifth year already
You watched me skip tiers, I thought you would've switched gears already
I feel a shift comin', for now I'm just warmin' up like I left the whip running
Oh, you rap? Well, spit somethin', tote a strap? Well, hit somethin'
If you fat then flip somethin', that GRIP [?] like you 'bout it
I doubt it, went from catchin' plays on the metro, PCS
And blowin' petrol 'cause we be stressed
To niggas mimickin' my sound like a echo, I'm flattered, for real
Some niggas mastered the skill but lack the appeal
Some niggas get too stagnant and chill
But I'm the one they need in the game
This got a Kaepernick feel, niggas cap like they don't know they're cap'll get peeled
Packin' the steel while stackin' a mill 'cause I seen too many rappers get killed, [?] still
But this the game we chose, the cars and the change of clothes
Famous hoes, acquaintances changin' roles and became your foes
Internet trolls that flame your flows, government name exposed
Feel like yesterday me and Ant would exchange [?]
My life still a mess, I'm still tryna gain control
Tainted soul, hell bent on attainin' goals
Fools can't sit with me if they ain't worth their weight in gold
My nigga, ain't shit for free, you gotta know the game is sold, not told
How you want it? Lukewarm? Hot? Cold?
It won't stop 'til bro got the whole block sold
Lock, load, and bang, pop hoes the size of potholes
And lames that rock [?] and stop hoein' with the gang
If I lie to these folks, strike me with lightnin' and bolts
I put my life in these notes and they decipher and quote
Sharp as a slice or a poke from a knife to your throat
On this mic I'm a G.O.A.T., you either like it or don't
Yo, East side in this motherfucker
ATL, stand up, baby
Yeah
Uh, check, look
[Verse]
I could be pissed and annoyed and come off as dismissive and poise
Picture me jumpin' ship and not winnin' shit with the boys
If I catch a whiff of a ploy, then we liftin' the toy
Takin' your food, leavin' your kitchen destroyed, look like a missile deployed
Glock 40., hit a switch, that shit a automatic
I got a shorty flippin' scripts like she Paula Patton
You wasn't really with the shit, you just saw it happen
They caught 'em lackin', niggas trip, takin' all the platinum
So many flows, this one for this song, the next one I switch it up
This one to get bit up, you fucks
Pick it up, I'm in my fifth year already
You watched me skip tiers, I thought you would've switched gears already
I feel a shift comin', for now I'm just warmin' up like I left the whip running
Oh, you rap? Well, spit somethin', tote a strap? Well, hit somethin'
If you fat then flip somethin', that GRIP [?] like you 'bout it
I doubt it, went from catchin' plays on the metro, PCS
And blowin' petrol 'cause we be stressed
To niggas mimickin' my sound like a echo, I'm flattered, for real
Some niggas mastered the skill but lack the appeal
Some niggas get too stagnant and chill
But I'm the one they need in the game
This got a Kaepernick feel, niggas cap like they don't know they're cap'll get peeled
Packin' the steel while stackin' a mill 'cause I seen too many rappers get killed, [?] still
But this the game we chose, the cars and the change of clothes
Famous hoes, acquaintances changin' roles and became your foes
Internet trolls that flame your flows, government name exposed
Feel like yesterday me and Ant would exchange [?]
My life still a mess, I'm still tryna gain control
Tainted soul, hell bent on attainin' goals
Fools can't sit with me if they ain't worth their weight in gold
My nigga, ain't shit for free, you gotta know the game is sold, not told
How you want it? Lukewarm? Hot? Cold?
It won't stop 'til bro got the whole block sold
Lock, load, and bang, pop hoes the size of potholes
And lames that rock [?] and stop hoein' with the gang
If I lie to these folks, strike me with lightnin' and bolts
I put my life in these notes and they decipher and quote
Sharp as a slice or a poke from a knife to your throat
On this mic I'm a G.O.A.T., you either like it or don't
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