Niggas must be joking, smoking, something potent
Doping, if they think I'll miss my shot they left me open
Hoping, that the losses in this game would leave me broken
Asked, is you kay? Now they hate they let this bloke in
Strong under pressure adversity's where the GOATs win
I spray and I pray, then I stay with a bae, then think I'm repping Oakland
Do the math, ahead of the curve, this where ya slope end
True crew, rolled thru, with Bleu, look like I'm loccin'

Ayo I'm gun toting, lung smoking, leaving bitches soaking
Drop so many hooks and punchlines, huh, this beat is swollen
Got a call from SNICK about a pick 6, told him I'm open
So I caught the pass and in the same motion begins the floating
Way over niggas heads, wouldn't get it if it was spoken
This lead'll leave you dead in your babies arms like you Logan
I'm a big baller nigga, my presence feel like I'm bowling
You only here to add some diversity, you's a token, nigga

There's winners and there's losers
Ya cards ain't tailored fitted hope it suits ya
Scary sights ain't leave me frozen no Medusa
Make my riches spread the wealth like Mansa Musa (Yeah)
Look. Can't take it with you, how much gold can you hold?
Could never take my soul, never fold, ever bold
From NYC, to Timbuktu
Reach for the world, in my hands, til it end up true

Sometimes I like to think that I am better than the rest
But I digress cause after I ingest these rappers I get sleepy
So I just take a nap, but I wake up feeling like crap
Cause what the fuck was in those w(raps) my nigga, must of been some feces
But that would mean I'm full of shit and that just can't be true
Cause I just shitted on these dudes, and my bad if it's kinda steamy
See everything I drop is hot just like some buckshots
You just a, boy meeting the world so that would make me Mr. Feenie, nigga

Take these bitches to Topanga, read some shit that had me trippy
Made some paper, went to post it, now these haters tryna stick me
Feel like Fifty (Many men) wishing death (Pon me)
(All the rest) gon' see (Put ya bets) on me
(I'm shooting, better duck the clip) I told them bitches suck a dick
(They tried to press they luck with shit) I knew they couldn't fuck with it
These flows we spit are celibate, you fragile fuckers delicate
Ironic, how I'll have you, seeing heaven, for the hell of it

There's winners and there's losers
Ya cards ain't tailored fitted hope it suits ya
Scary sights ain't leave me frozen no Medusa
Make my riches spread the wealth like Mansa Musa (Yeah)
Huh. Can't take it wit you, how much gold could you hold?
Could never take my soul, never fold, ever bold
From NYC, to Timbuktu
Reach for the world, in my hands, till it end up true