Yea

Uh

Sorry to gloat

Call me the wannabe GOAT

Some of them trying to get into my circle but most of them know that it's not even closed

God are we supposed

To be living this way it's a joke

Made to believe that a battery lower than low only needs some recharging at night and then it should be all good to go

But that's not how you grow

Their goal's to survive

My goal is to thrive

Who's matching our drive

We running in stride let's go get them goals

I set the example

If I want it I get it

I handle my business

The fire ignited

The candle is lit

And I feel like I'm living

The feeling is different

I'm set to explode

Well bro if you ready let's go

The old me done told me

The top is real lonely

The top is the only

Place that feels homey

It's where I've been going

When things get too phoney

You've been all exposed

So keep it a hundred

Don't need it but want it

Got beef then let's run it

I'm reaching they love it

I really can't think nothing of it

It's making me sick to my stomach

It stinks and it's gross

You set the worst record

With your work ethic

The best is worth effort

The second you let up

They'll step on your setup

Right under your nose

Been spitting the lyrics just like we were pro

Keeping it G reciting the code

Bro I'm beyond inciting a riot be quiet I might just get into that mode

Ch-ch reload, lyrical bullets right into your dome

Right into your home

Turn this shit all the way up to make sure that your stereo's blown

They grateful to breathe the air that I've flown

I remember Slim Tof being stick thin with a big grin

I was thick cut just a big kid

With a big dream and a slick pen

Getting big lit in the kids crib

I remember Highh Def pulling up to my place

Thinking 'bout the time spent editing my space

Hadn't gotten high then we rolling up the driveway

Can't believe that I'm talking 'bout back in my day

Back in the day in the back getting blazed

Up at the park feeling strapped with the J

Come with the cross then attack with the fade

Come with the bars and get blacked with the gang

Drunk with the 'gar and it's packed with the flame

Skunk in the jar hard to match what I bring

Trunk of the car kind of slap when it bang

Sub hitting hard in the back of Range

I'm finna swerve in the passenger lane

Jumped in the 'burb 'member that was insane

Crumbling purp' some extravagant strains

Dunk in that syrup it's all laughing and games

Clock was the streetlight, time was a delight, wasn't without pain

(Mmhmm)

Can I get a rewrite that's not me right, definitely not my fate

But I know we came a long way from the black top

'Member all those songs made on my lap top

All the dames at the game like a mascot

Calling out our names

Getting play like a back stop

From the plane to the bag drop

Getting brain in the rag top

Not a stain on me

They all hate on me

Go head lay it on me

She said that she can take it so don't put that blame on me

Booty looking good so won't you go and lay it on me

I ain't here to play homie I'm just here to slay homie

Thought you knew but they don't know me

Really thought that they could go and try to play the game only

Not get played by the game they've been given fair warning

Only twenty four on the clock got an eight on my back like I'm young Kob

Running to the top the key like iso

So who's going to try to mark up let's go

We just had to take a minute to gloat