[Foreword by Jonathan]
[Verse 1 - Charlie F]
JC told me to write some sh*t
Might as well write it now, ‘cause I might forget
Keep in mind I’m writing this at 11:00PM
So I’m putting this sh*t here before I begin
This ain’t the realest sh*t I wrote, but at least I tried
I been wanting to do this since the day MJ died
Writing down this sh*t is harder than it looks
Guess all that hard work paid off reading them books
My rhymes are sloppy, but they ain’t copied
My flow is choppy, my hair is moppy, so b*tch, get off me
This just might be the verse that ruins the album
But I’ll do anything if getting paid is the outcome
Check it, woodgrain with the leather seats
Just ignoring all the sh*t they be telling me
So yeah, like I said, this ain’t the realest sh*t I wrote
But I’m going in as an alt and coming out as a GOAT
[Verse 2 - Jonathan]
It’s that lyrical monster
Made from miracles, no need for sponsors
They call me Jesus because I can walk on water
They tried to seize us cause we kidnapped their daughter
We asked for $50 million in 50s, but what we got was far from plenty
We didn’t get a penny, say goodbye to your daughter
We slit her throat just to show them we don’t joke
After that I payed a visit to her family
Said hello to the little toddler
Visited the father, he must’ve forgot her
Popped two bullets in him as reminder
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with”
Switch the topic, back to the tropics
There’s many wanting some features from me, don’t bother
JC one of the only ones I’d do one for and I can go harder
Twenty-Twenty vision and I’m seeing them get slaughtered
Spending money in pennies while sipping that Henny
Uh, he said he gon Kill Bill at Will
Come on man don’t be a buzzkill
[Verse 3 - JC Assassin]
Crack rocks need a padlock
Backdrop is a snapshot
b*tch cat walk on my laptop
Hit the jackpot, get the green like shamrock
Only talk business apparel, load the barrel
They sterile, and they be talking real feral
Crashed my car, body in it, and the sh*t sank
Drove it straight into the ocean, yeah, the fish tank
Make it rain so much, I need a poncho
Hennessy cup, pour it out for Young Toronto
TO had the legacy, the melody
f*ck around with Jonathan, I'll put you in that penalty
I used to cause problems that never got solved
I put the bullet in your mouth and let the sh*t dissolve
Oh man goddamn, look at all the brain residue
You had a big mouth so we had to come and execute...