Perhaps we could be bad
Came with the drum, but could leave with the money
Pull up in a Cadillac, but leave through two doors
Don’t guess about the future, who knows?
I don’t even know myself, asking the mirror
Like, “Hey, you baddest?”
Crackin’ the code, damn too easy
Try to step up, I’ll turn you into a beehive
Clear your head, you’re acting confused
If you do well, you’ll get abandoned by your team
God, god, god, god
Spin the block, block, block, block, block
Dare to compete with me
I bet you don’t wanna
I bet you don’t wanna smoke
Stop calling yourself the G.O.A.T
If you have nothing to say, I’m busy, so goodbye