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I'm great, beyond better I'm a capital letter Z All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a sea hawk Cuban link chain and the feds got the G-SHOCK Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top Vulture bird chain, colored money, like a peacock Only do the talkin' with my bitches, pull my meat out They go petite, I stay rockin' Felipe I ain't no chico, but they call me Felipe, yeah I copped the Rollie ain't nobody else had And by the time you was on AP, I was already on Patek Crab legs and shrimp and we sippin' Chardonnay They all on the drip, they envy me, like Charlamagne Talkin' like a pimp (Yeah), switchin' different broads today I'm walkin' with a limp, Kodak, baby follow me And the Corduroy matchin' with the blue hundreds How the old school Jag cost me new money? Like the cars got feet, got the coupe runnin' I be hangin' out the Jeep, like, who want it? I be squeezin' on her cheeks, like who woman Like the stick make you blink, got my crew drumming LJ, young legend out of Pompano Lime green Lamb', I ain't slimy, but I'm grimy though Your buddy, he be perkin', he ain't no killer, but he be robbin' though SongtexteSplat to splat, these niggas be droppin' back to back, like dominoes Grabbin' niggas like it's miny-mo, we gleerious Niggas fallin' like geronimo, it's serious (Pop, pop) Don't get it twisted, we some killers like we serial (Pop, pop) I'm the G.O.A.T., but it's ostrich by material I know you won't, but I be cautious when I'm nearing ya 'Cause I can see you niggas plottin' through my peripheral Real nigga, they wanna copy my material But I'm cut from a different kind of silk than you lil' niggas And them city girls got all these bitches milkin' you lil' niggas, yeah I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil' niggas, yeah I'm sendin' locs, as soon as I get out, I spin it quicker, yeah (Yeah) Like eskimo, got so much drip runnin' down my ligaments, yeah Stick in the trunk, get rid of it, yeah Fuckin' with the toast, like cinnamon, yeah (Yeah) Cutthroat, I ain't no gentleman I'm in the backseat, I'm the triggerman On these Percs, I'm on these bitches like it's Ritalin We be jumpin' out the pen, I really handled it Lil' niggas swingin' out the van, it be embarrassing Lil' niggas swingin' out that van, like he don't care again Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland We had a misunderstanding, but nigga we be better than And these niggas, they be bitches, they be checkin' in You niggas chicken, they be layin' eggs And I ain't happy 'til I get my million Now bitch, call me Dirty Dan Now bitch, come and do your dance Straight gas, comin' straight gas at ya ass I'm comin' straight gas I made a statement, but I ain't never made a statement, ain't it Back to back Foreigns i Aus Songtexte Mania