

Prompt / Lyrics
[intro]
At the end of the day I’m still the best lyrical artist on this app, i don’t care about a crown, people only winning because they making catchy music.
[hook]
Yeah, on the real, I'm these niggas idol (Idol)
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (Rival)
'Cause I'm too powerful ('Cause I'm too powerful
And you not powerful (Yeah, you not powerful)
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (Die slow)
Die slow (Die slow), die slow (Die slow)
Jealousy is a disease, die slow (Die slow)
Die slow (Die slow), die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow
[Verse]
Uh, yo, who want it with Emvee now?
I smoke 'em like hippies now
They see me, say, "Yippie," now Homes runnin' like Griffey now
They switchin' like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
They tune switchin' up
We take 'em to Jiffy now
She thicker than peanut butter
Im nuttin' like Skippy now
She want me to be my wife
Im the best rapper now
[hook]
[verse]
They call me big envious (Yeah), style defined as ridiculous (Okay)
I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden
The number one draft, I'm New York's pick
And I don't lose like them dudes, on the New York Knicks
(Woo) Check it, I'm overseas, rockin' hella capris
I'm in the West Indies, eatin' delicacies I tell 'em, they want Kane like Erica?
Please
Brotha your money young, like that the other guy.
These broke rappers, always rappin'
'bout a pink truck
I'm only happy, when I'm hoppin' out the Brinks truck (Woo)
And I don't need a sixteen, 1 got a sentence
goes in on a fucka, like an entrance These old niggas, better change they dentures (What up)
When I get in the game, they gon' play the benches (Okay)
Fuck your friendship, pay attention (Uh-huh)
Bro, get at me? I'ma pay my henchmen
[hook]
[verse]
That's why I pop up in the Porsche, with the top vacant (Yeah)
Mami stop fakin'; talkin' bout what you got
You ain't got nathen, and you're not cakin'
You're not my taste (Nope), get out of my face (Yes)
I play the top, like eight friends on your MySpace (Woo-woo)
Stay in a child's place, check the timin' Trock niggas, like they throwin' up the diamonds
(It's the Roc)
[hook]
[verse]
I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me
I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style
Can't stand the pain here's a Motrin child
You already know it's Mr. G.O.A.T
Numero U-N-O
I got the trophies and the catalogue Just did a deal, Zona, check the catalogue
I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs
[hook]
[Outro- spoken]
U could have the crown cause, all things come to an end eventually, All of you coming for the Cruf master, its not good for you its not gunna end wellTags
R&b, Hiphop west cost, 90s-2000s boom bap, Rage,Hip-Hop, and Auto-Tune, Energetic, Melodic Hip hop, poetic, soul
3:17
No
1/1/2026