The G.O.A.T

Hollow tips feel so different Tell me, do you feel it

He can get hit again, again He can get hit again, again

Ah I see him catch a L and never got his get back

I'm blowing through a O until a nigga lung collapse

She tryna get in, told my ex I don't go back

I'm spinning on E, tryna get my get back

Alone but you don't peak that, on your block with the seat back

I'm trapped, I can't leave that, bitch nigga creep back

I'm drumming to a different beat, she can't get a piece of me,

Rolling with that piece of me, they fold wanting peace from me