Word’s don’t matter now
(They don’t matter!)
(Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter now)
(What, little b#tch)
(Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter now)
(Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter now)
(Da-da-little-b#tch-abababababa-little-b#tch-ababa)
I’m attackin’ sh#t, poppin’ pistols and packin’ sh#t
Flow is immaculate, I don’t practice it
Off the dome on an acid trip
Pass the chips, gotta tune into my new massive hit
Passively passing as master, pass ‘ya sh#t, I’ll… pass on a whip
b#tch, I grip the pistol when I’m pissed off
Shootin’ a missile, early dismissal
Changing my initials to XXL
Best to sell, I see, well sandy sells seashells on the seashore
See wh#re, you’re boring
I got a business tactic, it’s fantastic
All I do is crap sh#t and pass it as massivе in mass
Like in science class, which I did not pass
b#tch told mе I failed with a 69
Let’s see if I pass when we f#ck tonight, heh
Yeah, lemme cut inside your ego and hollow it out
I’m f#ckin’ your b#tch, hear the swallowing sound?
I’m tuckin’ a stick, I will follow you down
An alley and shoot you, you fallin’ right down
You wanna throw hands? Quit stallin’ then, now
Or I’ll cut you up and really launch them around
So shut the f#ck up, that is not what you ’bout, b#tch
Just kidding, I’m just talkin’ my sh#t
But it’s not knockin’ though it’s a hit and you know it
So why it matter that I fib if I’m blowing? (huh?)
Words do not matter
Do not matter what I say
‘Cause my flow is so impeccable
You know you ‘gon replay either way
I ain’t no f#ckin’ gangster, ain’t no saint
But I got the dopest pen game
And I’m coming for your brain
For your brain!
Think I won’t lie to get a few racks?
You think when it’s a banger we spitting true facts?
Now, it is true that when I’m in the booth gats-
Spray off when I hit the boom bap
Go and send your crew back, it ain’t serious, hoe
It’s a written, doing rap, but they fearing it, so?
But they sh#t is so wack
I’m appearing as though I’m a villain, in fact
I’m saving the show and I’m fillin’ in cracks
You b#tch made, you get cut in the gut with a switch blade
Which way you gonna run when I spit flames?
Pen game insane ’cause my sensei taught me well
I studied Marshall’s art
Which makes me get paid
Been tame, now, I rip page after page
While you rip page after page
And you throw it in the trash
See, I’m knowin’ that you wack
When you flowin’ on a track
You be chokin’ and it’s bad
And you’re soakin’ in this fact
Hocus, pocus, flow is so good
No could f#ck with GOAT
When I’m in the zone, I’m showin’ hoes and bros ain’t wise
Goin’ toe to toe with mike
I broke your heart? My condolences
We can’t coexist
You can throat the dick, I can grope your t#ts
I get home that’s it, don’t phone me, b#tch
You a phony b#tch
Yeah, let’s go back to the slow flow
Finna put the whole game in a choke hold
Yeah, I aim for the goal post
Set the bar so high, I can pole vault over it
And you b#tches won’t go close to me
I’m a Doberman pincher pokin’ in
To your neck with my teeth
Words do not matter
Do not matter what I say
‘Cause my flow is so impeccable
You know you ‘gon replay either way
I ain’t no f#ckin’ gangster, ain’t no saint
But I got the dopest pen game
And I’m coming for your brain
For your brain!
(Words do not matter, what- what… matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter now)
(Words… not… matter, what- what… matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter now)
(Matter, matter, what- what… matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter now)
(Yeah, yeah, words don’t matter) (Words… matter)
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