| Shots like Steph Curry, goat
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| I’m tryna be the goat, no rivals
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| That’s no Billy Idol, more like Billie Eilish
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| So stylish, my name in The Bible
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| I’m a tower like Eiffel
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| Rock white like bridals
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| Headline like titles
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| I popped like a quiz and that’s finals, hm
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| Yeah, exquisite aim
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| Yeah, if you hate for no reason
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| That’s a little lame
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| Yeah, some attention, yeah, you need it
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| And it’s all the same
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| Yeah, this game you wanna play
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| I don’t do those things
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| Yeah, fuck what you say, I’m still gettin' paid
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| I might load a crossbow to let these hoes know
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| We do big things, I ain’t fuckin' with no small talk
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| Talkin' all the things you said I wouldn’t do, that’s all talk
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| Turned that dust into some diamonds, I’m a fuckin' warlock, nigga
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| Heard my pen went summa cum laude
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| That’s 'cause I’m real, never been fried
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| Worried 'bout me, but you need to get a job
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| I got the all-seeing eye like Ra
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| See what you did, what you said
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| I leave all you hoes on read
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| I put you to sleep, no bed
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| 'Cause I roll deep with the dead
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| I’m that bittersweet mystery, symphony
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| In your mouth, I’m minty fresh, I’m Listerine
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| I’m a company and you just misery
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| Why you jittery? |
| It’s history
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| Underdogs always rise to the victory
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| Rotatin' like rotisserie, you can’t get rid of me
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| Shots like Steph Curry, goat
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| I’m tryna be the goat, no rivals
|
| That’s no Billy Idol, more like Billie Eilish
|
| So stylish, my name in The Bible
|
| I’m a tower like Eiffel
|
| Rock white like bridals
|
| Headline like titles
|
| I popped like a quiz and that’s finals, hm
|
| Yeah, exquisite aim
|
| Yeah, if you hate for no reason
|
| That’s a little lame
|
| Yeah, some attention, yeah, you need it
|
| And it’s all the same
|
| Yeah, this game you wanna play
|
| I don’t do those things
|
| Yeah, fuck what you say, I’m still gettin' paid
|
| I might load a crossbow to let these hoes know
|
| We do big things, I ain’t fuckin' with no small talk
|
| Talkin' all the things you said I wouldn’t do, that’s all talk
|
| Turned that dust into some diamonds, I’m a fuckin' warlock, nigga
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| Wait, who that nigga who mad got my name in the lights
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| Wait, if I’m so wack, why your flow sound like mine?
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| Wait, I know you tryna ride this wave like a bike
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| Wait, I’m outta my sight, when I step on the mic
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| I never been all bark and no bite
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| You know they call me Rocky
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| Knockout, so you think I’m cocky
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| Roll up on you like somaki
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| Pockets full of that wasabi
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| Abu Dhabi, looking lively
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| Silly niggas need a hobby
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| No left eye, when I say I’m a Slick Rick
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| Hoes and la di da di
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| 'Scuse me? |
| I’m sorry
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| I don’t do this for nobody
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| Every track, the beat, I body
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| I’m a hunter, I embody
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| I’m hotter than the Saudi
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| Ride the beat just like a Harley
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| Better sleep with one eye open
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| Just like Illuminatis, bitch
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| Shots like Steph Curry, goat
|
| I’m tryna be the goat, no rivals
|
| That’s no Billy Idol, more like Billie Eilish
|
| So stylish, my name in The Bible
|
| I’m a tower like Eiffel
|
| Rock white like bridals
|
| Headline like titles
|
| I popped like a quiz and that’s finals, hm
|
| Yeah, exquisite aim
|
| Yeah, if you hate for no reason
|
| That’s a little lame
|
| Yeah, some attention, yeah, you need it
|
| And it’s all the same
|
| Yeah, this game you wanna play
|
| I don’t do those things
|
| Yeah, fuck what you say, I’m still gettin' paid
|
| I might load a crossbow to let these hoes know
|
| We do big things, I ain’t fuckin' with no small talk
|
| Talkin' all the things you said I wouldn’t do, that’s all talk
|
| Turned that dust into some diamonds, I’m a fuckin' warlock, nigga |