[Intro]
You should be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone
clown
[Verse 1]
That was cool now let's get back to that block sh**
Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop sh** (I got this)
I'm leanin back in the co*kpit
I drop big bombs these ba*tards can't stop it (Hot sh**)
I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it
f**in' with me is toxic
Go prop on n***as love songs and rock sh**
Show these motherf**ers how to spit they ain't about sh** (This is it)
I'm so ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming
Ya'll see I got your man running
LL the boss, like luke wit the force
My techniques ugly, dirty like rugby
Drop j**els like yoda my young students love me
All rappers are under not one of them above me
I rip sh**, I blow the whole house down
On your big mouth clown
You don't wanna f** around
[Chorus]
Mic check
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot sh**)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat n***a
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That sh**)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step while I let these n***as know
[Verse 2]
(You better back down)
Listen good with both ears
Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs
How can they forget a n***a like me I'm so rare
You n***as had a pretty good run I don't care(So far)
So far ahead that I'm countin in light years
That mean lightning strikes longer than your career
I'm so arrogant motherf**ers you like that, yeah
In your Club making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
Muff boys like Kobe at the Ruckers
Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you co*ksukers
You way to lame, I showed you game
Just in case Ya'll forgot my name
I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest lately
Ripping motherf**ers since Cut-Creater tried to break beat
Farmers Blvd's is up in this b**h
And I help Russell hustle you could go ask Rick
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The, the, the, the
(Monster) is back
They probably put a hit on me for murdering the track
They tried to sh** on me they thought I wasn't coming back
They sealed the jar 'n then they threw me in the back
Career means circles I came (back like) crrraaaackkkk
I floated to the top, fully loaded on co*k
'Cause the way ya motherf**ers his hot oven this hot he don't stop
These n***as wanna sell you the hype but don't cop
I'll give you the pure shot, I'm the L
Motherf**in' L forever
What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever
For the last 10 years I so I loved 'em better
But I'm back you n***as get your sh** together n***a
I (Play hard)
I goes in for real
The odds 'r always wit me win I spin the wheel
And you could've rocked wit me but your not real
So when I polish off the plaque I'll let you know how it feels
[Chorus]