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Straight outta Tehran, never had sh*t
All I wanted in this was a world bad b*t*h
But you never catch me on that sad sh*t
Now I’m on stage with the gang doin' magic

Now wait a mother-f**kin' minute
Lemme kill it, Imma spit it really wicked
I can spit it so fast, f**k around and get a ticket
No games, no gimmicks
No acts, no mimics
Doin this since five n***a, I been really with it

Changin' the flow, now the game done changed
Never had sh*t, so I gotta make change
Poppin' out here like a new gun range
Crazy with the gang, yea we know we deranged

Sh*t, I'm lit like a mothеrf**kin' Bic
Pu**y n***a I'm the sh*t
They like thе way that I spit
They know a n***a legit
I'm givin' like fifty percent
Etiquette, y'all been running like a deficit
Y'all too soft, too delicate
My pockets getting creditted
Young GOAT's, if you didn't know
Now it's definite
KID Ralphin the game
Yeah you know I'm wrecking it

The game f**ked up, no one to salvage
Even when I’m behind, got the advantage
Yeah this life hard, but I manage
We 'bout to blow up b*t*h, it's a package

Money, big bag, I pick the cake up
Murder the scene, don't leave no trace of
We gone be here, can never erase us
We been honorin' the greats, y'all just disgrace 'em

You don't wanna see hundred n***as
Knowin' how I'm comin'
Imma kick em, Imma punch em
Imma put em in a dungeon
Football, lil n***as couldn't handle if I punted
I done took a lot of L's, ain't gain nun' from it
Barely getting started b*t*h, no time outs
We been doin' this sh*t man, f**k clout
Go against the waves, man f**k doubt
You don’t come close b*t*h, f**k what you talking 'bout

All hands on deck, no battle stations
No cap when I rap like graduation
Music my first love, no infatuation
I'm the GOAT
Now you know for your information

B*t*h
I said my n***a got the package
He trapping in Calabasas
Charging for a feature
You pay the price, you can have it
I come from a city where everybody be packin
Ain't nobody do no snitchin'
Cause nobody know what happened

I be runnin' through your b*t*h like a track meet
F**k her at your crib, GTA cheat sheet
Said she vegetarian but I gave her the meat
When I finish we don’t even change the bed sheet
I do what I wanna
You do what you can
My clique full of hitters, boy what is you sayin
We deep in the water, you play in the sand
Do the wrong thing and you lay where you stand

Say you got pills, I got pharmacist's
Homies got trees like a botanist
Run in your hood, take it all, I'm a colonist
Magic with raps, I Full-metal the alchemist

The boy done grew up, I said f**k the toys
If I cry again it’s gone be in a Rolls Royce
This life's a b*t*h,  f**king her is a choice
So I made her a blunt, I hit it with the boys

Aye
Lil Zoot
Kid
Big money way b*t*h
Eleven twenty two
Yeah
We really in this sh*t man
F**k all y'all wack a** mother f**kers

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