It′s Lando, yo' bitch know, don′t let yo' bitch go, nigga

Brrt, brrt, brrt

You either win or loseYou 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 in Zara (woo)

Pour a five and double back like I'm Garza

Out here every day, I′m just tryna hide from karma

So many skits pulls, so many juugs bust′

Inhale, exhale, for pain I got a wood stuffed

Drew the game plan, strapped my nuts 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 Ms, match what?

Bin Reaper, I can 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)

JuSleaze's jumpin′ too (brrt)

Vanilla buffs off the golden tints, dunkaroos

800 horses in the Shelby when I'm comin' through

Tell a bitch 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, sixth day in 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 G.O.A.T. 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 fucked 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 dick

Lil′ freak bitch

Can't afford exotic, stay around 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 truffler tree

Sick you rolled a pinky finger, ain′t even puffin′ a G (you bum)

Almost at my goal, and shit that's a hundred a week

Would′ve 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)