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Alright let's get it I'm that bloody guy, that's right, I've said it And I've got good credit I ain't got no soul, if I did have a soul I'd probably sell it I'll snatch your soul, rip it and shred it Don't copy and edit You catch my flow Bet you don't get it 'Cause maybe you're slow and you're pathetic So you might as well dead it I ain't got no time for the to-ing and fro-ing I'm to-ing and fro-ing but where am I going? I'm going all out, not dipping my toe in I ain't writing no speech, I ain't writing no poem Gotta write my will I wanna vibe and chill I was sitting [?] to ride it still Fight for my yutes, pay all the bills And it almost killed me How does it feel now I'm over the hill? And these pricks don't feel me Tell me I'm guilty Wicked and filthy Put in the work, nobody built me I risе from the dead Slap myself thеn hang myself Letras de cancionesIf I ever let one of you pussyoles kill me I'm the best there is, there was and ever will be And I'm still me Rich nigga, I don't wear no trilby You can roll with a diamond tip and you still couldn't drill me My bars are hard, the delivery's silky How many times did I let them milk me? How many times have I gotta keep telling these dozy pricks I ain't got no feelings They're in my DM's, all in their feelings AM to PM What is the meaning? Crying and screaming All on the Twitter, why you so bitter? Somebody get this dickhead a Snicker Somebody get this nigga some liquor Either he's sick or he's testing his ticker Tell him I'm lit, I'm too busy to bicker Look how I'm bopping, all skippy and chipper Come like "butter wouldn't melt" You're not a nutter, you're a melt Couldn't give a fuck how you felt Gucci buckle on my belt I don't cry, I'm just playing with the cards I'm dealt And I'd rather par with myself Slip past in the car, all stealth And we all know health is wealth But I feel like wealth is health I hope all my enemies die You can save that "Love thy enemy" shit for somebody else I hope everything bad in the world just happens to you and nobody else That's dread Don't matter what I said No one's dead I'm just pulling your leg It's all in your head Maybe instead of just being a beg We could just put it to bed Shut up and show me the bread I am not easily led But blood is so easily shed How many rappers gotta die this year? How many bullshit R.I.P.'s and crocodile tears Everyone wants that gangster shit 'Til the gangster shit's in the atmosphere You can feel when a gangster's near Oh dear, oh dear How did he kill that boy and keep his conscience clear? We're all living in constant fear Cost of living, energy crisis, petrol prices How can I possibly pay for my vices? Gotta stay positive, that's my advice I ain't got a license to be advising I'm just thriving I ain't surviving No compromising Can't be afraid to get your feet wet, gotta just dive in I could provide you with a good time or I could provide you with a good hide-in Look how they're moving, like Joe Biden Like they forgot I'm that guy Who kicked down the doors and let them inside Fuck your top three, fuck your top five I'm G.O.A.T, dead or alive You know the vibes You know the score I'm so bored Encore and we've been here before Twenty years deep, they'll be twenty years more I'm sure From Letras Mania