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You see I'm not interested in being the G.O.A.T I'm fine being a G.O.A.S.T Greatest Of All Shit Talkers That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jonas Rest in peace A legendary voice, one of a kind Gangsta Grillz Ayo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (Ah) Scorpion death fly, don't get your head shot Don't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (Hmm) You super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom, boom, boom) Too many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine So now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind Been an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him At the crack tablе, fifty-K up at the win (Woo) Then go sip Louis at the Lyla, lеt me remind you I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah) Couldn't channel, fine china, I learned Dope money was the fastest, ask mine, I heard This slick shit, don't you know you handle mine Or you know me and you know I know you, vagina I'm MJ from the free throw in designer Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (Brr) You figure for I wrote, dope, we incredible Letras de cancionesWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo) Allahu Akbar, I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T., woo) You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (Gangsta) Hills have eyes, hills have eyes Ayo, it's Westside Pootie And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'? Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke I'd seen one of my dads oldheads the other day And you know what he still is? Disgusted Make a long story short Believe in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours Long live Michelle, it's Griselda Griselda Free my niggas locked behind bars (Uh-huh) They can't lock your mind, do the time Don't let it do you, walk it off Learn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah) Now I'm refined on fire, it's rage for the roaches Got your neck in a rope, you hopeless Cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in Deals on the table, before it was drugs Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the O.J. gloves (Woah) Diamonds in all of my slugs Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug Seen him in a supermarket, he like "What the fuck?" I had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (Ah) Camo'd down like birdy, don't get your face split They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it I never lost it, it's Louis on my AirForces Gorgeous, see what the fuck I did (What?) My grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big It ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (Uh-uh) The total package, like Lex Luger I need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster I'm just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to Fork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (Whip) Never liked you niggas, like Future (Fuck out of here) Competition far and few, old nigga or knew, they all under the shoe Ain't that the word on the street Flygod has the best shit From Letras Mania