I know it's been waiting for me The timing is sacred for me If I were you, I'd consider this poppin', go raise your standards shorty I got cats chasin' clout like a mouse, check the flick of the laser pointing This a layup for me I'm fucking the game up with its arm behind its back like a waiter pourin' Player one in this bitch, let me go off I see a snake in my lane, it's not roadblock, it's roadkill I'm going over the bar like a pole vault Your man check me out like I'm leaving the hotel People burned bridges with me so we don't talk Quiet as hell as they ride on my coattails I don't make rounds in the room like a show dog I'd rather watch the paint dry on my toenails Wholesale stock going up I get frustrated and feel like I don't do enough This is not two-hand touch, so don't push me Last year I leaned back and now I'm sitting up I love when they're kissing up Drop a book, they pick it up Turned up last night, drive the boat, I'm Mrs. Puff Now I'm flipping samples, look, the chin is tucked None of you making moves, saw you pick your dribble up Still pushing a whip with a eight track in it I'm finally getting playoff minutes See 'em hosting a séance to rap on beats I killed, they shouldn't prey on victims I'm worried 'bout your brain cognition White girls in the booth, keep your spray-ons hidden They read every post like the paywall's lifted Then copy me, now I gotta trademark bitches Damn, 'til I'm pushing daisies You do too much to say the least Director when I step out, making a scene Crossover to pop, I be breaking the knees I don't play though, no ancient Greece Nobody in the scene fazing me Baby, think they tryna haze me They keep my name in their mouth 'cause it's tasty Flow on time, I don't ever pay a late fee Pinky up when I rap, I'm a lady I'm a Dame in the city, can't trade me From the 'burbs but no sub ever made me Come on, I get DM's from all of your boyfriends They slide in like shoes with no lace on To take me on a trip, fuck me on the beach, and then hit the pool like Draymond (Stop fucking playing with me, man) I really do this, I don't need to prove it I know they can see by the way that I'm moving My parents gave me this name, I can't be losing I'm taking the castle, I'm already moved in I'll CC my realtor so he can be looped in I'm shootin' like fifty from the field, sixty from the field Seventy, boy, I'm really hoopin' Man, look I was doing this 'fore they all swooped in I've been a hound with it, my ears are drooping I'm dragging, I'm catching the rats, put my tooth in 'em They call me "Wynne" but "The G.O.A.T." is my pseudonym So what's a mountain to me? Everyone raps these days, but it's not amounting to me I'm not new to this, this what a student is Can't reproduce what I do like I neutered it (Come on, lemme talk) I had to stop playing with all my potential, my people rely on me I met the labels five years ago, I told them, "No, keep your eye on me" 'Cause my only competition's in the mirror Busy lending my shoulders and ringing out tears in my shirts from my mom, I was letting her cry on me Watched my momentum all die on me Coming from tour, driving through Wyoming, hearing 'bout COVID I hit a wall, that shit took a while for me I lost it all, team members went silent on me I was wildin', homie We lost twenty racks on all that shit We were gonna make it back on those trips They were cancelled I couldn't hold candles to who I was, look what it channeled Been sleeping in the studio for like ten days Never home but working to get the rent paid Show want my face on the bill like I'm Ben Frank But I can't add 'em like Wednesday My schedule is busy, haven't seen inside of my friends place in months But got time to kiss on your girl in a French way That's tough, bro Stop watching Endgame, my love, and go buy a bedframe I still been rollin' with the same crew Pulled up in a jersey and it's baby blue '22, I was in the weight room Put the girl in the game like I'm raiding tombs '23 gonna be the breakthrough Watch out for me 'cause I'm on a run No losses, put that on my funds From here on out, it's only 101 Wynne and Ty, we never lose Catch us in a coupe two-seater, no paper, loose leafin' Ride or die, we got no ceiling, roof leaving Truth serum, we stay in your ears like hoop earrings Who's nearing us? Nobody, more money Walk anywhere in the city, they hang up my coat for me No running from it Still donate my show money Move the same way that I did 'fore you noticed me I set the mark, bitch Show me the bullseye, I aim in the dark He want me to slide, I'll go to the park I cannot fuck him, he looks like a nark I know his pants what your man got his hand in I'm bookin', I'm bringing the bands in The motion, what I got my plans in Look, we not in Kansas I put away tre's like the plane's being landed I dedicated my life to this That's the crown, got my eye on it See that trash? Put your feelings inside of it Stack up a pile of it How could you ask if I'm writing this? While you always take it left like Stoudamire What you thought was fire I'm the fat lady singing, now the operas quiet I heard your flow, I was not inspired Put your mic down, go take out your Roth IRA Ella, ella, ayy Rap around whoever's left, over like it's cellophane Tell Cedric I'm not entertained Y'all not fucking relative like Kevin Gates Got KevOnStage taking jokes back Twitter been toe tagged Your rollout should've been rolled back No more highs like a low pass Only goodbyes, I'm 'bouta get rich off of the notes app Don't ask, don't tell, minding my own Gained respect from the GOAT's off of rhyming alone The reception been wild like I'm hiking a throw How I cope with a L? Shit, how would I know? I'm running home after third base with your man Look, that wasn't a plan, but he's fine like tolls First he saw the 'Gram, then he saw the show I let him come backstage, you know how it goes And my arch so good you could shoot three's from it Make him slow down, speed bump it He goes home and reruns it, nasty mean mugging Yelling cuss words, not whispering sweet nothings Style so clean you could eat from it If you did what I did, you'd probably tweet something Story unravels, I'm pulling a string from it Just call me Monk, the way I'ma leak something I've been at this for about two days Team like Voulez-Vous Coucher Always say they tryna hit some spots but I rarely come around these days Shoutouts to Itay, keeping me focused Check and balance when we call the plays Raf and Smyth been my bros like Jonas So you know we've been through the breaks Show me a bag and I'm in it This a new era like fitted Plant it and pivot Shot it on film but I couldn't have script it Get out the booth and I'm fixing my lipstick If I hurt your feelings, come here and I'll kiss it Dropping the sequel to make it tradition Sleeping on me, I can feel it But give it a year, I'll feel different Comb