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Look These haters gon' swerve in yo' lane But it's part of the game proceed with caution (skrt, skrt) It's me with the greats: Jordan, Jackson, Tyson or Muhammad (I'ma GOAT) Bad lil classic with a lil racthet, gotta body from the tropics (ou she bad) And I got flavors: Runtz, Gelato, Biscotti it's exotic (it's some gas) These haters gon' swerve in yo' lane But it's part of the game proceed with caution (skrt, skrt) It's me with the greats: Jordan, Jackson, Tyson or Muhammad (I'ma GOAT) Bad lil classic with a lil racthet, gotta body from the tropics (ou she bad) And I got flavors: Runtz, Gelato, Biscotti it's exotic (gas) F*ck the promise you told to me Only believe in shit that you show to me I let you do what you wanna do, see what you rather do And act accordingly Always keep it a stack, ain't no folding me I'm AI, you Jordan, ain't no holding me When I'm up we won't doin' no meet and greets When I was down by myself, they ain't notice me And I'ma keep grinding 'til I reach the top Til I sign Ke Montana on the dotted Take every beat like a boxer I ain't a rapper, I'm more like an artist Cause the flow too melodic Must be out yo' rabbit ass, bugs bunny ass mind If you think I ain't got it, know that I got it I'm on the path to peace, I'm up All you gotta do is show up Flow too hot, just zip my coat up Yeah I'm flashy, okay, so what Different persona when I put that shit on I'm a sprite when it's shook and the lid on (pressure) Ki' too real so he be the villian But Ke Montana the hero These haters gon' swerve in yo' lane But it's part of the game proceed with caution (skrt, skrt) It's me with the greats: Jordan, Jackson, Tyson or Muhammad (I'ma GOAT) Bad lil classic with a lil racthet, gotta body from the tropics (ou she bad) And I got flavors: Runtz, Gelato, Biscotti it's exotic (it's some gas) These haters gon' swerve in yo' lane But it's part of the game proceed with caution (skrt, skrt) It's me with the greats: Jordan, Jackson, Tyson or Muhammad (I'ma GOAT) Bad lil classic with a lil racthet, gotta body from the tropics (ou she bad) And I got flavors: Runtz, Gelato, Biscotti it's exotic (gas) My dad was the dealer, his brother a killer My brother the muscle, my mama a hustler My sister a genius, we all fightin' demons I'm praying to God cause we need 'im While the fans steady fiendin', just keep on believin' That I'll be the leader Do this for a reason, do this for a purpose