Whistle

By the time I die, I'm going down as a goat

Get my words twisted ****, the its ghost

Easily I do it, when I'm creating these movements

Fuck love put an arrow through the heart of cupid

Contradiction cuz I love everything that I'm doing

I don't love these bitches I ain't never been that stupid

I know the nature only showing up when I bang her

Then its back to my purpose creating all these bangers

Who gon make it, I've always been writing tight amazing

Considered greatness every time that I'm dropping the latest

Love it or hate it I'm still going to find my way in to take it

Stay on real shit I never adapted to the fakeness

Its only Mike, I'm blowing it up like dynamite

I'm Rudy Ray wanting Moore like my name was Dolemite

Snatch it out your hands if you don't let me hold the mic

I came up out of nowhere not the one you supposed to like