[00:02.193]It's Lando, yo' b***h know, don't let yo' b***h go, nigga
[00:07.486]Brrt, brrt, brrt
[00:11.212]You either win or lose
[00:16.002]You either win or lose
[00:19.438]You're not making this easy, Kyle
[00:20.508]You either win or lose, it ain't no ties in life
[00:22.914](It's either a dub or a L on that record)
[00:25.041]Perfect this, perfect that, yeah, the timin' right
[00:27.695]Tried to keep me in the dark, now I'm shinin' bright
[00:29.814]Opper could be same height as me, we ain't eye-to-eye
[00:32.219]If the convo ain't about no profit, then it's "Hi," and "Bye"
[00:34.873]Shit, konnichiwa, sayonara
[00:36.989]Feel like Sosa in some Louis loafers, you can't find his aura (Woo)
[00:39.392]Pour a five and double back like I'm Garza
[00:42.048]Out here everyday, I'm just tryna hide from karma
[00:44.453]So many skits pulls, so many juugs bust'
[00:47.102]Inhale, exhale from pain, I got a wood stuffed
[00:49.511]Drew the game plan, strapped my shit on and got to it
[00:52.166]Shit (Brrt), that's the best thing I ever did
[00:54.556]And to my people's, shit I wish I was a better kid (Hmm)
[00:58.017]But I guess it all worked out
[00:59.359]Went through tribulations in the deep, you took the surf route
[01:01.751]First round knockout, the clerk can't take a punch
[01:04.144]Pullin' down, powered up, get yo' cables cut
[01:06.788]Shit, I wake up needin' syrup, not the maple stuff (Ha)
[01:09.193]BBs gave me frostbite, got my nasals stuffed
[01:11.836]Everyone who talked down, got passed up
[01:13.972]Terabytin' like a car with a flat, I'm jacked up (Woo)
[01:16.610]Olympic tennis team, gold on, we racked up (Woo)
[01:19.003]The cut so designer, fiend can't tell it's smacked up
[01:21.394]Shit, it's time to act up, five M's, match what?
[01:24.064]Bin Reaper, I could see your soul in these black buffs
[01:26.211]I'ma standout and I ain't even gotta stand up
[01:28.594]Every show, scrumble in the crowd, put yo' hands up (Yeah)
[01:31.504]Juice Lee's jumpin' too (Brrt)
[01:33.363]Vanilla buffs off the golden tints, dunkaroos
[01:35.790]Eight hundred horses in the Shelby when I'm comin' through
[01:38.171]Tell a nigga I'm one of one, that mean we ain't one and two
[01:40.562]Sippin' purple full of scam, boy, you off some hundred proof
[01:42.963]Eyes red, I'm in grind mode, I like my hundreds blue
[01:45.364]Been had an attitude, I ain't just becomin' rude
[01:48.022]Year 2000, six, day and the month of June (Brrt)
[01:50.694]Shit, that's when the G.O.A.T. was born (Brrt)
[01:52.304]Every time I drop it's time to hear the goat perform (Yeah)
[01:54.682]European tour, shit it's time to go explore (Yah)
[01:57.337]You ain't never even left the city
[01:59.193]Sold out show, times two, double set in Philly
[02:01.324]Same shit, different day, catch me on Dequindre
[02:03.990](Same shit, different day, catch me on Dequindre)
[02:06.925]It ****ed me up when I text Mari and it don't deliver
[02:10.913]Man, that shit crazy
[02:11.958]Gettin' high for you, all slatt woods, we ain't rolling swishers
[02:14.612](R.I.P. \$cams, R.I.P. \$cams)
[02:15.683]R.I.P. 72, heart purple and it's cold as winter
[02:18.073]In the lab reminiscin', turn into a potion mixer
[02:20.990]Shit (Shit), it don't feel the same (Nah)
[02:23.117]I still feel the pain
[02:24.444]Best believe before you see the sun, you gon' feel some rain
[02:26.574]R.I.P. Chris, paint the night sky blue
[02:28.444]Can't trust em', talk loose and play the nice guy too
[02:31.085]Mitten on my back, next-gen Slim Shady
[02:33.494]Shoutout MadeInStyle, hold down the 6 daily
[02:35.896]Shoutout DSM, Stan, Dee, James, Donnie
[02:38.304]Oh, yeah and Dorian, I can't forget Ronnie
[02:40.718](Brrt, brrt)
[02:42.039]Ridin' down the seven, I'm just thinkin', 'Free Rich" (Yeah)
[02:44.693]My third eye open, gotta peep shit
[02:47.345]Honor roll up a wood, this a three six
[02:49.746]All she seen is the kids, she wanna eat shit
[02:52.136]Lil' freak b***h
[02:53.200]Can't afford exotic, stayin' round some cookie like you Ned
[02:55.857]Chop sound like thunder, hit you and yo' buddy like you Ted
[02:57.981]What I'm sayin', when we slide down better play it like you dead
[03:00.373]Lookin' at my Sprite like, "Boy, I like you better when you red"
[03:03.021]I can't find him in the field like a Trufflin' tree
[03:05.676]Sick you rolled a pinky finger, ain't even puffin' a G (You bum)
[03:08.078]Almost hit my goal, and shit that's a hundred a week
[03:10.496]Woulda thought it's a full moon, I'm becomin' a beast
[03:12.885]Shit, I'm scared of the streets they ain't got no code (Brrt)
[03:15.824]I'm scared of these hoes, they'll drop yo' lo'
[03:17.942]Shit (Brrt), watch that backdoor, that is not yo' bro (Nah)
[03:20.871]You ain't got it in you, you just have to stop on go (Yeah)
[03:23.532]I ain't stopped yet, and I don't plan on it (Nope)
[03:25.662]ShittyBoyz that's for L, I'll stand on it
[03:28.067]First rule, you get a run, you gotta put yo' mans on it
[03:30.446]Doin' all that muggin', but I can smell the fan on him
[03:32.829]BabyTron, he walk out, the fans put the cams on him
[03:35.238]Play with me or one of mines, we ain't puttin' hands him
[03:36.833]Pull up with them yammers, we'll put them blams on him
[03:40.548]You know what it is, Forever \$cams on em'
[03:44.288](Phew, ShittyBoyz)

It's Lando, yo' b***h know, don't let yo' b***h go, nigga
Brrt, brrt, brrt
You either win or lose
You either win or lose
You're not making this easy, Kyle
You either win or lose, it ain't no ties in life
(It's either a dub or a L on that record)
Perfect this, perfect that, yeah, the timin' right
Tried to keep me in the dark, now I'm shinin' bright
Opper could be same height as me, we ain't eye-to-eye
If the convo ain't about no profit, then it's "Hi," and "Bye"
Shit, konnichiwa, sayonara
Feel like Sosa in some Louis loafers, you can't find his aura (Woo)
Pour a five and double back like I'm Garza
Out here everyday, I'm just tryna hide from karma
So many skits pulls, so many juugs bust'
Inhale, exhale from pain, I got a wood stuffed
Drew the game plan, strapped my shit on and got to it
Shit (Brrt), that's the best thing I ever did
And to my people's, shit I wish I was a better kid (Hmm)
But I guess it all worked out
Went through tribulations in the deep, you took the surf route
First round knockout, the clerk can't take a punch
Pullin' down, powered up, get yo' cables cut
Shit, I wake up needin' syrup, not the maple stuff (Ha)
BBs gave me frostbite, got my nasals stuffed
Everyone who talked down, got passed up
Terabytin' like a car with a flat, I'm jacked up (Woo)
Olympic tennis team, gold on, we racked up (Woo)
The cut so designer, fiend can't tell it's smacked up
Shit, it's time to act up, five M's, match what?
Bin Reaper, I could see your soul in these black buffs
I'ma standout and I ain't even gotta stand up
Every show, scrumble in the crowd, put yo' hands up (Yeah)
Juice Lee's jumpin' too (Brrt)
Vanilla buffs off the golden tints, dunkaroos
Eight hundred horses in the Shelby when I'm comin' through
Tell a nigga I'm one of one, that mean we ain't one and two
Sippin' purple full of scam, boy, you off some hundred proof
Eyes red, I'm in grind mode, I like my hundreds blue
Been had an attitude, I ain't just becomin' rude
Year 2000, six, day and the month of June (Brrt)
Shit, that's when the G.O.A.T. was born (Brrt)
Every time I drop it's time to hear the goat perform (Yeah)
European tour, shit it's time to go explore (Yah)
You ain't never even left the city
Sold out show, times two, double set in Philly
Same shit, different day, catch me on Dequindre
(Same shit, different day, catch me on Dequindre)
It ****ed me up when I text Mari and it don't deliver
Man, that shit crazy
Gettin' high for you, all slatt woods, we ain't rolling swishers
(R.I.P. \$cams, R.I.P. \$cams)
R.I.P. 72, heart purple and it's cold as winter
In the lab reminiscin', turn into a potion mixer
Shit (Shit), it don't feel the same (Nah)
I still feel the pain
Best believe before you see the sun, you gon' feel some rain
R.I.P. Chris, paint the night sky blue
Can't trust em', talk loose and play the nice guy too
Mitten on my back, next-gen Slim Shady
Shoutout MadeInStyle, hold down the 6 daily
Shoutout DSM, Stan, Dee, James, Donnie
Oh, yeah and Dorian, I can't forget Ronnie
(Brrt, brrt)
Ridin' down the seven, I'm just thinkin', 'Free Rich" (Yeah)
My third eye open, gotta peep shit
Honor roll up a wood, this a three six
All she seen is the kids, she wanna eat shit
Lil' freak b***h
Can't afford exotic, stayin' round some cookie like you Ned
Chop sound like thunder, hit you and yo' buddy like you Ted
What I'm sayin', when we slide down better play it like you dead
Lookin' at my Sprite like, "Boy, I like you better when you red"
I can't find him in the field like a Trufflin' tree
Sick you rolled a pinky finger, ain't even puffin' a G (You bum)
Almost hit my goal, and shit that's a hundred a week
Woulda thought it's a full moon, I'm becomin' a beast
Shit, I'm scared of the streets they ain't got no code (Brrt)
I'm scared of these hoes, they'll drop yo' lo'
Shit (Brrt), watch that backdoor, that is not yo' bro (Nah)
You ain't got it in you, you just have to stop on go (Yeah)
I ain't stopped yet, and I don't plan on it (Nope)
ShittyBoyz that's for L, I'll stand on it
First rule, you get a run, you gotta put yo' mans on it
Doin' all that muggin', but I can smell the fan on him
BabyTron, he walk out, the fans put the cams on him
Play with me or one of mines, we ain't puttin' hands him
Pull up with them yammers, we'll put them blams on him
You know what it is, Forever \$cams on em'
(Phew, ShittyBoyz)