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Comfort Radio. Out, the way. Y'all gon' take some notes, okay. Cut another throat, get paid. This is not a joke. Looking back at futures broke, I'm sane. And I carry on this way. Tell me once I open gates. I'ma break the flow, I'm never gonna pass the Fucking craze. Fucking cloudy day. Wake up, gotta replay. Watch out 'cause you in my way. If you step on my kicks, I'ma make you Pay. I'ma bounce on beat. And I'm 'bout to hit with a quick repeat. You sleep on street, no heat, just freeze. I keep the peace, don't call police, please. Yes, I'm a G. O. A. T. I get the coat. I beat these motherfuckers, Turn 'em into bone. Straight, straight to the wall. Bitch, you know I bag the dough. And I say you cannot run from me, you Trip, I make you fall. And I, and I, and I tell it how It is. Motherfucker throw a shock bomb in like fizz. I see you eyeing on the prize, ain't never His. I, I break the peace. I show the game what it done missed. And I promise you, this a fucking diss. Say I'm lacking, say you get what you gon' Do, on God. Whipping on the dreads, Jumping rabbits on the tread, what's hard? Call me a billionaire, I think it's clear, you See nothing on top. Tomato alchemist, I'm cooking fire up in the pot. One second, I gotta think who the fuck tryna Talk my name but they know me. And I wreck it. Then we call out these Bitches who claim they best when they folding. Oh yes, I'm flexing. 'Cause these numbers don't come With it, all my ego is floating. Yes, I'm blessed and, all the talent I put To the world when I make it, I'm hoping. Grab the Jesus piece, they on my ass. Turn around, drip gon' make you dash. Break the window, pick up the glass. Tryna snap his neck but his face get slashed. Banana clip, better get the dash. Wish that the boys would get right back. 'Bout to get caught, tryna swipe and track. Like king in the fingertips, keeping the mack. I'm a G. O. A. T. get the coat. I beat these motherfuckers, turn 'em into bone. Straight, straight to the wall. Bitch, you know I bag the dough. And I say you cannot run from me, you Trip, I make you fall. Yes, I'm a G. O. A. T. I get the coat. I beat these motherfuckers, Turn into bone. Straight to the wall. Bitch, you know I bag the dough. And I say you cannot run from me, you Trip, I make you fall.