![]() I'm too gifted, I've been rippin' rappers way before Christmas (Yeah) Got 'em open off the presence, ain't no point in flexin' (What?) Been hot since '9-7, got these wack rappers beggin' (Fire) For a feature, his style's too plain, 9/11 (9/11) I'm in the buildin', fuck a deal, labels are fake (Fuck) They 'gon do you like the Trunchbull, put some cake in your face And when your records ain't sellin', they quick to take it away (Boom) Make you pay back every single dollar that you made (Rrr-aah!) Ayy, this a cold game, labels got these artists so trained (So trained) Don Cornelius and rappers still thinking like slaves (Slaves) That's why we screamin', "Please give us back the old Ye" (Old Ye) But I not speaky Spanish or talky like Jorge (Jorge) 'Prende ese, show paper won't get you paid (Nah) All I got in this world is my balls, Scarface (All I got) And no's, I won't break, drivin' in my own lane (Lane) Just some niggas wit' a attitude, ask O'Shea (Skrrt!) Yeah, E.K., look Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nickel for the scars A quarter for the ones who are steady defyin' odds Somethin' 'bout the universe just never makes sense Being rich does not equate to happiness, what a myth Learn a lot from paid in full, more money, more problems That's the underlyin' truth, quick to stab you in the back for a couple of views And temporary ten seconds, y'all be gone with the news How much more I gotta prove? Shit, I grew up on the Ems and the Jays and the Coles Little Nas, Big and Pac, Rakim, a little soul I feel this in my bones, it's embedded in my core Would be nothin' if it weren't for the legends who came before us Got these people lookin' at me like I'm somethin' absurd Stick around and learn somethin', got a way with these words It's loyalty first, throw that other bullshit to the side See no ceilings, word to Wayne, 'bout time I shine, E.K. ![]() is, hit a Kobe dunk (Woo) Never miss a shot, pistol pop, fuck a molar gun (Pew) Roll up to the homes of my opponents wit' a loaded gun (Brrt) Whip it out on anybody ever talkin' shit or doubtin' I don't need a bag full of clubs to go put a hole in one (Pew) Untuck the llama then run up on 'em, we come for drama (Uh) They call me Ra, I'm the Sun God 'cause I burn the hottest (Uh) Fire-breathing, been cookin' shit like it's Benihana's (Uh) Yeah, that's why your squad stayin' underwater, Bikini Bottom (Uh) Thinkin' it's time to go so wicked, I never let enemy ever get on a roll When I spit it with infinite, witness student of the game just made the honor roll Honorable scholar with knowledge, that is greater than your college That's why they call me a god, I gotta go Brrt! Samad cook it up, yer Uh, yeah I'm the chosen one, Luke, not Obi Wan I've been skywalkin', sky's the limit so I float above (Ha) Been going nowhere like hitchhikers wit' a broken thumb (Uh) Guess it's time to show 'em what a G.O.A.T.
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