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[Verse 1: Tompson]
I got five bills to my name
And I think I need four for rent
I've been really wishing I had more to spend
Only thought to my mind, cop a quarter zip
f*ck that, give it up, been flipping work
This year, man, I gotta put spitting first
Roll it up and I hit the purp
Then I jump in the booth, start spitting 'til my vision blurred
So much time came and went
I'm p*ssed off I ain't made a hit
But I know, my voice can't take the sh*t
I gotta grab my pen, I gotta break my wrist
Downtown, put your hands up
Like this pen is my gun and I'm aiming at the crowd
And I worked so hard just to get right here
If I get my shot, ain't no way I'm backing down
Six years of killing this flow
I can feel 'em hating on the low
Why they caring how I live my life?
You never gave a f*ck when I was broke, dough
b*tch, you know what I do with the pen
I gotta get back to it again
And sometimes, man, you gotta be through with some friends
'cause they don't wanna see you move in a Benz
b*tch, find the hustle, count your profit
Learn to bounce back if you take them losses
Got your hands out, I ain't gave those options
Said that I changed, I'm the same old Tompson
Woo! That go for anybody tryin' to run game on Tompson
Killing the game the way I lay these coffins
Keep my name in your mouth, b*tch, you crave on gossip, I know
[Hook: Tompson]
You can keep on acting like a hoe
I guarantee that never make your money grow
The way I get up here and beast up on the flow
Will never ever be the reason, I'm the GOAT

[Verse 2: Caskey]
Money keep coming, in love with the gualas
She look at my neck piece, she ready to swallow
My neck two hunnid thousand, off twenty dollars
I look at my mind state, it's just like a scholar
My problem? Ay
Ain't never been b*tches or money, I stuck at the bottom
My problem? (What?)
Ain't none of the people who crossed me, already forgot 'em
I get that sh*t in
The dough that I got, don't need to be at the trap house
But it's like a drug
They come to my shows and black out
The guns that I got
Don't be posted on the internet
You start to do that
It's saying something 'bout your intellect
Eighteen years old I was tryna get a check, ay
Shooting at me, but it's indirect, ay
One day, our paths gonna intersect, ay
And we don't take kindly to disrespect, ay
Lil bitty b*tch, what you know 'bout moving fish?
Time of the essence, I looked at my wrist
How I just made all of this off a diss?
Biscuit, I ride with a biscuit
Move on the low like a mystic
Try to f*ck with you, but I couldn't risk it
I gotta go, keep my distance
Ay, y'all say you a real one, you talk like some b*tches
That sh*t ain't gon' bring you riches
Me and Tompson 'bout to f*ck on your missus
[Hook: Tompson]
You can keep on acting like a hoe
I guarantee that never make your money grow
The way I get up here and beast up on the flow
Will never ever be the reason, I'm the GOAT