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G.O.T.C. (Bonus Track)
by Will Martian
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Drool on the track yeah I'm spittin retarded
Bitch I ain't conscious don't call me a martyr
Mind of a cobra but bark like a rottie
Goat of the century you know how I'm rocking
Slid to the south kicking audible crack
West Coast Mack coming straight out of Sac
Give me a flip and I'm bringing more back
Eat with the kin put em all on the map
Yeah, yeah
Eat with the kin put em all on the map
Squad on my back and we gettin shit poppin
I ain't for the slander we come where you at
Took a few losses but that's in the past
I ain't dwelling on nothing I'm coming for atlas
Tryna keep calm in a climate so hot
I been cooking up classics and counting these stacks
And I wake and bake in the morning
Throw on the coldest of steeze
And pray that I make it back home
You know I got just what you need
Nigga come fuck with the boy
Stomach runnin on E
So I'm on my shit for long run
Drool on the track yeah I'm spittin retarded
Bitch I ain't conscious don't call me a martyr
Mind of a cobra but bark like a rottie
Goat of the century you know how I'm rocking
Slid to the south kicking audible crack
West Coast Mack coming straight out of Sac
Give me a flip and I'm bringing more back
Eat with the kin put em all on the map
Yeah, y'all need to stay off them meds bruh
Y'all know we coming up next
Top 5 toking top shelve
Watch that throne I'm hot as hell
I'm too on she said foreal
Want a Monte low and gliding slow
Yeah the 79 with candy red
Holding it down while I'm tryna come up
Hope them blessings fall down in a min
Toes steady grounded I'm talking all ten
Nigga there ain't no hoe in my system
Just digging and diggin till I'm out the mud
With the folks and we rollin on 24s
45 semi turn niggas to ghosts so step to the clique if you want to
And I wake and bake in the morning
Throw on the coldest of steeze
And pray that I make it back home
You know I got just what you need
Nigga come fuck with the boy
Stomach runnin on E
So I'm on my shit for long run
Drool on the track yeah I'm spittin retarded
Bitch I ain't conscious don't call me a martyr
Mind of a cobra but bark like a rottie
Goat of the century you know how I'm rocking
Slid to the south kicking audible crack
West Coast Mack coming straight out of Sac
Give me a flip and I'm bringing more back
Eat with the kin put em all on the map
Yeah, yeah
Eat with the kin put em all on the map
Squad on my back and we gettin shit poppin
I ain't for the slander we come where you at
Took a few losses but that's in the past
I ain't dwelling on nothing I'm coming for atlas
Tryna keep calm in a climate so hot
I been cooking up classics and counting these stacks
And I wake and bake in the morning
Throw on the coldest of steeze
And pray that I make it back home
You know I got just what you need
Nigga come fuck with the boy
Stomach runnin on E
So I'm on my shit for long run
Drool on the track yeah I'm spittin retarded
Bitch I ain't conscious don't call me a martyr
Mind of a cobra but bark like a rottie
Goat of the century you know how I'm rocking
Slid to the south kicking audible crack
West Coast Mack coming straight out of Sac
Give me a flip and I'm bringing more back
Eat with the kin put em all on the map
Yeah, y'all need to stay off them meds bruh
Y'all know we coming up next
Top 5 toking top shelve
Watch that throne I'm hot as hell
I'm too on she said foreal
Want a Monte low and gliding slow
Yeah the 79 with candy red
Holding it down while I'm tryna come up
Hope them blessings fall down in a min
Toes steady grounded I'm talking all ten
Nigga there ain't no hoe in my system
Just digging and diggin till I'm out the mud
With the folks and we rollin on 24s
45 semi turn niggas to ghosts so step to the clique if you want to
And I wake and bake in the morning
Throw on the coldest of steeze
And pray that I make it back home
You know I got just what you need
Nigga come fuck with the boy
Stomach runnin on E
So I'm on my shit for long run
