It's getting spooky out here
Shit just ain't adding up
Who gon' lead the peoples?
Something gotta give
Fortune and fame, new body Range
Came a long way from the Ducati in the rain
Blowing in the lobby, Bob Marley in her veins
Rollin' Kamikaze, still probably inner-sane
Few stains, Marshal mix muscles with the brains
Fuck you if you tongue tussle, hustle through the pain
Through proclaim, I'm Big Daddy Kane and Little Wayne
Frugal but a guru since a poodle spittin' slang
Goose and fangs, well-trained, schooled to the game
Sell chains, tell lanes they used to the name
Your God, follow footsteps of 'em all
Late '80s shit, I was crazy with the bars
Since stars, ever since I set it off with Nas
Had the big houses, all the money and the cars
Big park, it is what it is, who we are
Nobody beat the biz, tell them 'Kiss prays a lot
This for y'all, built from the hood out the mud
Drug money blood and everything else above
We loved, I'm on it, can't be cornered
From the Sheepdog Era, the lens is haunted
The hopper, trick-knocker, if it's fancy, flaunt it
No fear, always here if any chance, you want it
The homie, fuck a phony, one and only
Gettin' mack without the matrimony, this macaroni
Who ready? Play petty, get rocks steady
Heart of a young Huey, smarts the doctor [?]
Loss of veggies, loved on the block since daily
The same opp from that barber shop shot in Belly
The plot's heavy, grind to my crew wealthy
Get mines, only surface for a few selfies
The Sos', see the difference when you up close
Keep distance from the cutthroats, mental to the upmost
G.O.A.T
