[Intro]

It's getting spooky out here

Shit just ain't adding up

Who gon' lead the peoples?

Something gotta give

[Verse]

Fortune and fame, new body Range

Came a long way from the Ducati in the rain

Blowing in the lobby, Bob Marley in her veins

Rollin' Kamikaze, still probably inner-sane

Few stains, Marshal mix muscles with the brains

Fuck you if you tongue tussle, hustle through the pain

Through proclaim, I'm Big Daddy Kane and Little Wayne

Frugal but a guru since a poodle spittin’ slang

Goose and fangs, well-trained, schooled to the game

Sell chains, tell lanes they used to the name

The God, follow footsteps of Fuhad

Late '80s shit, I was crazy with the bars

Since stars, ever since I set it off with Nas

Had the big houses, all the money and the cars

Baby pa, it is what it is, who we are

Nobody beat the biz, tell the kids "Praise Allah"

This for y'all, built from the hood out the mud

Drug money, blood and everything else above

We loved, I'm on it, can't be cornered

From the Sheepdog Era, the lens is haunted

The hopper, drip rocker, if it's fancy, flaunt it

No fear, always here if any chance, you want it

The homie, fuck a phony, one and only

Gettin' mack without the matrimony, this macaroni

Who ready? Play petty, get rocks steady

Heart of a young Huey, smarts of Doctor Sebi

Lots of veggies, loved on the block since daily

The same opp from that barber shop shot in Belly

The plot's heavy, grind 'till my crew wealthy

Get mines, only surface for a few selfies

The Sos', see the difference when you up close

Keep distance from the cutthroats, I'm mental to the upmost

[Outro]

G.O.A.T