this is documentation of an unnamed journey
i just gotta say some shit
treat that banger like it's business these bitches wann' hear me rap
this beat is my target like i double tapped
i got a 100 percent chance of killing it again
i'll drop that shit in an album to make it 110
poppin' muscles for them chest rollin'
i'm thinkin' so hard got some sweat rollin'
meet me up in the scene cause i'm half the songs that are 'round
i keep production up and swipe beside the clout
come at me you come to fight for title belt homie
broke my boundary and i won't let no one else hold me
experiencin' the feeling of upgrading up my system
and slowly taking a hold of like everything i envisioned
i been cravin' this feeling far before the beginning
far before all of the music business
when all i had was acoustic
feel like kristi yamaguchi
i'd make ramsay happy if he saw what i was cooking
i'd make my baby happy if she saw how i was looking
i been dressin' bummy but i'm snappy with the bookings
they got theories 'bout my fall off and the theories got 'em talkin'
they got theories of everything; rest in peace to stephen hawking
check the time that i been clocking: i was impossible
for some blunts and bottle poppin': no obstacles
he just greened out don't need no hospital
my girl just thinks it's hay now
how they calling me the g.o.a.t. yuh
man i been makin' this shit way too long to fall back
switch up my flow get that ratio of hate and wack
man you want a new sad song
maybe you should just go and make that
if you wanna hear my shit when i drop this just bang this track
it's more buttery than can't believe it's not butter
i cause fuckery on every song a verse is uttered
i can't use them in public
man i'm anything but tame
fire verbal bullets that penetrate into your brain
get inside the firewall and leak into your mainframe
corrupting the way that you think about things
i just start another wave
i can never leave my place
i may set too much at stake
my girl just thinks it's hay now
how they calling me the g.o.a.t. yuh