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can't go
They wanting me to hit a stage and flow
My thoughts are trapped by the waves I'm locked in a phase but can't hit the next level
I Got too much

than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I

trippin 
Gotta be kidding 
I'm one of a kind you son of a bitch 
I'm a son of a dime 

Inherited pride like the son of a don 
Merited rhyming this top

a nigga perform you a heckler
I ain't got time to brain storm let the rain go
She fuck me when I had on the same clothes
I been doing this shit since

a celebration
I go through shit,I had to beat the racism
They made cz they speaking the same language,Im sorry I had to change a little
I hope you'll find this

It wasn't easy but I had to make a change
Cuz who gon be the one to put food on this table
And so I go 365 to get these peso

Oh I'm the GOAT
I'm

livin' it can go anyway
So I gotta out and get paid
Back and I'm better I ran me a check up
Loyal to the grind they say that I'm next up
I done put in

and Im a gangsta true, want a rider by your side and Im the chosen dude, getting high while we ride and you can roll a few, drop the top for your friends

can’t sit still
Yeah I’m sick with it self diagnosed
I can’t sit still can’t chill gotta do the most
If you trying to tranquilize me it gon take a triple

you motherfuckers are in Jeopardy!
I stay with the heat, no Miami
Joestar, niggas can’t stand me
You would think I’m a pro to the game by the way that I

bills)
Stepping to me, you might as well go and write ya Will, I'll son you like Uncle Phil
Speak on what you done for real like what do you plan to build?

leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still

the fuck my cousin go , sick of these bitches , you a think I️ had a runny nose , and I’m throwing bs up not talking bout honey comb ,being broke made me

don't wanna hear my truth, oh no
They don't wanna live by the G code
Building this here up yeah real slow
Royce 5'9 and I'm beast mode
I don't see you, I

above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

on leash, I'm on go
They want peace, I want smoke
From the three, that's my coast
They got least, I got most
I'm a beast, I'm the GOAT
They like "sheesh", I'm

the Holy-Ghost (yeah) ugh (ugh)
The devil can't come close (nah) ha ha
Let him know that he gotta go (go) yeah
Send him back to the hellhole (bye) ugh (ugh)
Only

please
Step back before you get verbally attacked
By me
And watch this young king start bagging these sixteens
G
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
I just want

of changed
I remember living off top ramen and hot pockets
Bitch I had me nothing
Had to go and make me something
Putting in work wasn't a question you know I

the music think I'd end up insane
For the past year man, i ain't been the same
So let me tell you a little story about
Little kid Evan
Used to go around my

wants me to stay awake 
 
I might have been lonely with you 
But now I’m safe by myself 
Love this new mindset I got into 
Just need my soul to excel

like cologne
My papers in court tell you I never told
On go
I want my jewelry cold
Used to shop five below now I want V on my clothes
Ain't no Bruce

sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no, no way, uh uh)
No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense
(woah  yeah,

of glasses
I was shaded outta focus
I gotta new frame
Now I'm back to that 2020 shit
That Warm up shit
That 614 to Infinite
Cause I'll never stop this rapping