Ain't shit certain but death

To make it out of here take a certain finesse

Died trying to earn him a rep

It's codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect

Really, I'll turn up for less

Like, who now? It ain't even worth it to guess

Your man gone, now you looking nervous and next

And you gonna end up right with him on a shirt with some text

I'ma burn up a check, let my little Brody cook him, he a personal chef

That **** learned from the best

Got a plug in the Carolinas I ain't personally met

But if you ain't paying homage, I'ma service the debt

You know I'm locked with the steppers, you **** not with the pressure

The bully bark from the cupboard, that fully stock on the dresser

I'll pull his card, he a sucker, you know went gonna let him

My **** not finna let up, he on ya block with the extras

Little twizzy on a stain, you can ask gang

A little Internet fame got his ass flamed

I told Ameer, bust it down, leave the back plain

That's why this bitch in my whip got your last name

Two down, one up top on the four

Leave the car running, little Cuddy knock on the door

Why the ones ain't 'bout it stay talking the most

At least say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T.

Codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect

Say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T.

Codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect

Say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T.

I'ma burn up a check, let my little Brody cook him, he a personal chef

That **** learned from the best

Got a plug in the Carolinas I ain't personally met

But if he ain't paying homage, I'ma service the debt

You know I'm locked with the steppers, you **** not with the pressure

That bully bark from the cupboard, that fully stock on the dresser

I'll pull his card, he a sucker, you know we not gonna let him

My **** not finna let up, he on ya block with the extras

Little twizzy on a stain, you can ask gang

A little Internet fame got his ass flamed

I told Ameer, bust it down, leave the back plain

That's why this bitch in my whip got your last name

Two down, one up top on the four

Leave the car running, little Cuddy knock on the door

Why the ones ain't 'bout it stay talking the most

At least say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T.

Codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect

Say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T.