GAWNE didn′t get y'all the first time, huh

Let me try

Ibe that tony gripping tommy

Pull that pole and catch a body

Dropping bombs, that′s kamikaze

Blow you up like Solamani

Be that tony gripping tommy

Pull that pole and catch a body

Dropping bombs, that's kamikaze

Blow you up like Solamani

I got it tucked in the back of my scat pack

In a backpack, won't look back when I skin em

Head to toe while I spit my venom

Pull the glock out, hammer back, click clack, hit em

Can′t deny that I′m a G.O.A.T

Spit that flow like Usain Bolt

Run it up, bitch, check the score

On the beats, I overdose

The girls get wet when they see me enter

Love it when I spit like this, godzilla

Hit em from the back when I get in em

Like Rickey Bobby, bitch, I'm winning

They love the way I make these songs

I′m up to bat, give it a toss

Always stay winning, I ain't never took a loss

Left right, left right, uppercut, in the ring or on the mic

Never take an L, I think it′s time I get the spotlight

If someone tries to argue, No Life Shaq'll say that′s tough

I win every debate like my name is Donald Trump

Every time I'm in the booth, I take it to end zone

Y'all be rapping so damn slow, it′s like y′all took a benzo

I be rapping with some substance, all I get is shit on

Y'all be talking about nothing, but you got a Benz, though

I don′t understand it, never have and never will

I don't get all of these songs talking bout popping pills

Talking with a slur and a bunch of auto tune

When I hear that shit, it makes me wanna pull the trigger, boom

We are not the same, nah, we are not the same

For mumble rap, I have no love like Eminem and Lil Wayne

You grew up on Gucci Gang

Your idol is Gucci Mane

You must be insane ′cause something is wrong with your brain

I be rocking Beastie Boys

When I'm drinking with the boys

Y′all be out here popping xans and playing with your Tonka toys

The radio today be hurting my brain

On every single station, all I hear is Treway

You might got that wet wet, got that drip drip, got that super soaker

I got bitches stripping naked every night while playing poker

All you say is Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang

I be out here banging dames, while you be chilling with some lames

I'm sick of Lil Pump, sick of hearing Migos

Y'all would be a whole lot better if Offset went solo

Sick of rappers saying dolo, rapping bout polo

Kids might have more sense if they turn off the radio

I don′t need no Grammy, all I want is recognition

And be the one that saved the game from all the trash that′s come up in it

R.A.P, that's rhyme and poetry

Real rap might be dying, but it won′t be because of me

Shoutout GAWNE

Death to mumble rap, baby

It's time for real rap to come back

Parradox