TwentyThirteen

I've been on the road since 2013 They've been callin' me the GOAT since 2013 White fur coat, it's a hunnid degree Feelin' like Juvenile on 400 Degreez I've been on the road since 2013 They've been callin' me the GOAT since 2013 White fur coat, it's a hunnid degree Feelin' like Juvenile on 400 Degreez Oh, you from the graveyard with that razor in your hand, huh? Are you scary from the cemetery land, huh? RIP, oh you dead, huh? Hoe take another step, bitch, I'm layin' down land mine From a differеnt school, yeah, Columbine I, I get in hеr mind 'cause I'm out of mine, outta line I tried to try my best, but it been worse So I'm throwin' on my vest And I shoot Out the roof of the coupe, give 'em the blues They ain't gotta let me through, I get through Ain't no metal detector detecting what I got I took his life and his watch, and I dipped Whole bottle at the creek, I sip Whole jar in the blunt, I re-up Who fucked up the game? I did, yes I did Who in the fuck you know could go like this? Show me ya number one, no, they can't never write this Weapon in my left, microphone in my right fist Dyin' on the ceiling, the storm, and the lightning Bring the rain down, make it thunderstorm Drop a hundred tapes, finna drop a hundred more The undead machine, that's what I'm known for Go against the team, bitch, that'll be your downfall I've been on the road since 2013 They've been callin' me the GOAT since 2013 White fur coat, it's a hunnid degree Feelin' like Juvenile on 400 Degreez I've been on the road since 2013 They've been callin' me the GOAT since 2013 White fur coat, it's a hunnid degree Feelin' like Juvenile on 400 Degreez