Oh, look You're the same little boys with the old flows Tellin' people lies that'll sodomize their headphones Do you even listen to the shit you try to take from? These little pussies talk tough till it gets rough That little pussy can't dance on beat like me I don't wanna hear no shit about no G-O-A-T Shouldn't let those lips flap if your fists won't swing Let that ass clap, boy, like a bitch on stream Thinkin' maybe I should live and let live But I can't let you get away with all of this shit You walk in like you him, but you 'bout to get pimped Type to write so tough, but that handshake limp So if you wanna talk that shit, put your money where your mouth is You're talkin' illiterate, couldn't keep up with the ignorant Hyped-up lads that would never back down from it You ain't got what it takes 'Cause you're a snake, but you ain't got no venom One shot, and I'll send 'em all to heaven I'm runnin' with the dogs, straight weapons I could make you break, but I know you won't be stepping 'Cause you're a fake, you ain't got no venom Let that mouth run, think you might regret it I'll send 'em straight to God, no check-in Make that shit a date, let's see if you really meant it 'Cause I'll go drop your body and bag it, you fuckin'... Wait, calm down, what's the commotion? All these motherfuckin' tracks sound like a Splice promotion You just buy, cheat, and flip, you can't express your emotions You got starved of attention, you're on the internet beggin' You think you're quirky and different because you listen to Kendrick Last time I checked, so does every other kid and their parents I gotta teach you a lesson, don't say you're king for a second You copy the spiritual miracle flow with a couple of O's and think that made a difference? Oh my, you just mixed some pop with guitar, you must be a god Lucky I, I can see that bitch in your eyes through that new façade, ay 'Cause you're a snake, but you ain't got no venom One shot, and I'll send 'em all to heaven I'm runnin' with the dogs, straight weapons I could make you break, but I know you won't be stepping 'Cause you're a fake, you ain't got no venom Let that mouth run, think you might regret it I'll send 'em straight to God, no check-in Make that shit a date, let's see if you really meant it Let me see you dance, little bro I know you a fan, little bro, I'm the man, little bro I could black you out, no hands, little bro You wouldn't understand, little bro Got you turnin' heads the way I'm switchin' on a flow I could make a milly off of pissin' on your soul Tell that boy to run up, I'ma slap him like a ho I could knock all six of 'em, I'll do it on my own Hear your girl is singin', better ask her how it goes Even if it's self-aware, you can't say you're the GOAT