NEXT ONE/JEFF BEZOS

In the modern world of rap There is but one who reigns supreme Some call him the goat Some call him meeks god Others call him izzy-meeks Look I'm the Goat I used to whip up the work in bando a table of poles Ready to blow I got that shit by the O could smell the shit all in my clothes Look at these hoes Wouldn't look my direction and now they all look to get chose They seeing the glow Put on show for these bitches and start seeking funds and Im always opposed The nays have it Serving these junky's they bad habits Scribbled my rhymes on a paper bag I would stuff all them shit in my denim jacket That shit was way before facebooks That shit was way before tech gadgets Went from a crook to a money magnet Metal on waist like hip attachment Oh Chain look incredible I'm frozone Oh Burning up the gas f*ck the ozone Oh I just blew a bag and threw that shit on Oh Had to put a Rollie on my wristbone Oh Like my brother I'm savage Blicky chromatic All the attachments is tactic Run up on meeks it get tragic Slide on a nigga emphatic Baggies was candy store plastic Flipping a brick like gymnastics They buy it as fast as I bag it Rock got em intergalactic H had em acting fanatic and feeling fantastic Think that bitch was bad wait til my next one Think this shit a bag wait til my next one Think this shit some kill wait til my next one Think this shit a blunt wait til my next one Thinking she bad wait til my next one Think this shit a bag wait til my next one Think this shit some kill wait til my next one Think this shit a blunt wait til my next one Thought that bitch was bad wait til my next one Woooohooo (yeah) Think this shit a bag wait til my next oooone Think this is some kill wait my next oooone (Meeks god) I got now don't care who got the next ooone (f*ck em) Niggaz tried to write me off I didn't publish it Plug quote me for a brick I had to stack some shit I slid all the bills between my mattresses Before Jeff bezos I had dreams of moving packages Don't make me have to throw the stick like playing fetch Slide through with some dogs leave your whip a mess Had a polo with the Jacob on my jeans was guess Crispy force ones nigga I was super fresh Bitch I'm one of one it ain't copy Project nigga soul I embody On the road to riches pounds in my jalopy Bitch I got the sauce like chicken teriyaki They know we putting belt on shit like pottie tang I stay with lil pump ain't no Gucci gang I came from the war zone call of duty mane One shot to his apple sleeping beauty Maine Bitch I'm fresh as f*ck rip through the packaging Dressed to kill we came to f*ck up your establishment Stack the benjis for the re up spend the Hamiltons Before Jeff bezoos I had dreams of moving packages Bitch I'm fresh as f*ck rip through the packaging Dressed to kill we came to f*ck up your establishment Stack the benjis for the re up spend the Hamiltons Before Jeff bezoos I had dreams of moving packages Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Meeks god The goat