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If I was in the Philippines
He’ll be like my muh****in’ Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King
Because he ain’t a fightin’ to go unnoticed
There’s no way I’m just gonna cross ’em off like he’s just some any rapper
Like a one-hit wonder (yeah)

I’m on whatever you on, I ain’t gon’ talk on the phone
Keep that same energy ****in’ with enemies
It’s gettin’ temptin’ to run in your home (who did that?)
Huh, buddy, I do it alone, Cudi said word to my homes
Don’t just go hit ’em ’cause I gotta drive
You focus on aimin’ that blick at his dome, no cap
You mother****ers be lucky as **** that ain’t nobody envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did
‘Cause he learned give it up, or get ****ed in turn, homie

I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (okay)
Minus a nine from ten, Eminem’s spot still sits
But ****a position, I’m tunin’ him in
Let all you rock out with it, I ain’t ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin’
Dip out and smoke with the homies we mobbin’, while I’m
Cleanin’ the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya’ name on ’em
While I brag about shit that could happen
I am the reason that they got a chain on ’em
When I rap, they consider me a Gatling
Fillin’ up mags, I’m finna go clapping
Get in that bag with the Goat B Rabbit, I know they hate this flow
I’m in the mode to get to killin’ again with the best stick in your dome
You’re never gettin’ a penny or less, stealin’ the flows
And I’ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes
They get to bitchin’, the bigger the breasts, nevertheless
I’ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better
Instead of settin’ the bet up, I let up with the Beretta
Make it “duka-duka-doo” on you bitches in front of PETA
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‘Cause I’m kinda gettin’ fed up always leavin’ y’all wet up like

I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

Guess I’ve really no right to complain much (nah)
Hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well)
But when they say that I’m only top five
‘Cause I’m white, why would I be stunned? (Huh)
My skin color still workin’ against me (what?)
‘Cause second I should be to none
Being white ain’t why they put me at five (nope)
It’s why they can’t put me at one (woo)
They’re comin’ with more venom
So the haters, I’m aimin’ it toward them
And all the envious rappers, I torch if I’m on a joint with ’em (yeah)
And that is the only retort, is I’m not played in the clubs (what?)
Mother****er, put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (why?)
Is ’cause you still perform in ’em
I am a guest in this house but I turned this bitch to a mansion (what?)
Yeah, it’s an expansion, made it gargantuan (what?)
England, Germany, France and Japan’s in this bitch
Even Dubai, because my music, they do buy
You died tryin’ the scientist
Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off
The blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? (Nah)
Nah, ’cause you know you’d get washed like a bar of soap
You pussy, you wouldn’t give a cigar to smoke
And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke
Because you know that’s how likely you are to choke
Your heart is broke as I pick you apart
I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar I wrote (damn)
I was spittin’ before my mother’s water broke
It’s not even close, you bitch, I’m by far the G.O.A.T
Gen Z is actin’ like rap experts
Zip up your gaps and close your mouths (yeah)
Bitch, you ain’t been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap’s supposed to sound (nah)
Y’all need to stick to what you do best (what?)
Shootin’ schools up, gat’, go load up rounds
In your parents’ gats and go to class
And let off with the strap and go to town
Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but, boy (whaddup, though?)
This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid
And I’ll be the last to toy with a juice-head whose brain is like half destroyed
Like a meteor hit it
Well, there went Melle Mel, we lost his ass to ‘roids (damn)
And God was like, “I got ’em, but I’m gonna start ’em at the bottom of the barrel
Brought him in the world where the mother was on Valium, and his father was a coward
Taught him as a child when no-****in’-body was around
How to get himself up and out of poverty, and now
Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound
‘Til they put your body in the ground, ” prolly gonna sound like a cliche
But when haters try to beat you down, say “**** ’em”

‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings (mother**** ’em)
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
‘Cause I’m the realest in the business and everybody gon’ be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition