Underground King - Westside Gunn & DJ Drama

You see

I'm not interested in being the G.O.A.T

I'm fine being a G.O.A.S.T

Greatest Of All Shit Talkers

That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones

Rest in peace

A legendary voice, one of a kind

Gangsta Grillz

Ayo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (Ah)

Scorpion death fly, don't get your head shot

Don't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (Hmm)

You super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom, boom, boom)

Too many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine

So now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind

Been an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him

At the crack table, fifty-K up at the Wynn (Woo)

Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you

I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)

Cutting china on fine china

I learned dope money was the fastest, ask mine

I heard this slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner?

You know me and you know I know you, vagina

I'm MJ from the free throw in designer

Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (Brr)

You figure four, I wrote, dope, we incredible

We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo)

Allahu Akbar, I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T., woo)

You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (Gangsta)

The heels have eyes, the heels have eyes

Ayo, it's Westside Pootie

And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy

And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?

Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke

I'd seen one of my dads oldheads the other day

And you know what he still is? Disgusting

Make a long story short

Believe in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours

Long live Michelle, it's Griselda

Griselda

Free my niggas locked behind bars (Uh-huh)

They can't lock your mind, do the time, don't let it do you, walk it off

Learn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)

Now I'm refined on fire, it's raid for the roaches

Got your neck in a rope, you hopeless

Cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in

Deals on the table, before it was drugs

Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the O.J. gloves (Woah)

Diamonds in all of my slugs

Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug

Seen him in a supermarket, he like "What the fuck?"

I had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit

Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (Ah)

Camo'd down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped

They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it

I never lost it, it's Louis on my Air Forces

Gorgeous, see what the fuck I did (What?)

My grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big

It ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (Uh-uh)

The total package like Lex Luger

I need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster

You're just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to

Fork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (Whip)

Never liked you niggas like Future (Fuck out of here)

Competition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe

Ain't that the word on the street

Flygod has the best shit