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