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[Intro: Kyle Richh]
(That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP
That's why he's the G.O.A.T, the G.O.A.T)
Graah
(24 is the G.O.A.T)
Graah

[Pre-Chorus: Kyle Richh]
I'm with a bad b*tch
Always clutching if I get in traffic
Five percents, can't see through the beamer
Still on my Martin, I need me a Gina
Took-took bro two seconds to clap him
He tried to reach, he got shot out his sneakers
Get money my passion
I caught a uppy, and spent it on fashion

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Like-like, I know n*ggas still want me to lose (Like, graah, graah, graah)
But I'ma still up it
Too real just to keep it a hunnid
We cannot beef if you don't got a hunnid
She-she fell in lovе with the f*ckin'
She a lash tec and I'm hеlpin' her fund it
[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Graah
She be scared, she don't want me to-
I'm going up but don't say that I made it
I'ma make it when I am the greatest
And do not hold me against sh*t that I stated
I be saying anything while faded
And as a jit I was like, "This sh*t is fun"
Now this life is harder than the pavement
B-beep up when I toting my gun
Like, free all of my brothers out them cages
Like an actor I'm going through stages
And you know we stay dropping them [?]
If I tote on a grip I'ma say that I didn't though
'Cause, keep the details at minimum
He tried to up I could tell it was harden
Like a rocket got sent to the sky
Catch me an opp, and it's do or it's die, like
And it's not about pride (like what?)

[Bridge: Jenn Carter]
b*tch on my body, she just wanna f*ck
She don't like when I tote on my ruger
Got me a bag and thought life would be smoother
In this life I don't know what to do
But I'ma keep clicking 'til this sh*t is empty
Like, enemies feeling too friendly
I be saying my feelings when I'm in the booth cause, they know I can't speak to a soul
[Pre-Chorus: Kyle Richh]
I'm-i'm with a bad b*tch
Always clutching if I get in traffic
Five percents, can't see through the beamer
Still on my Martin, I need me a Gina
Took-took bro two seconds to clap him
He tried to reach, he got shot out his sneakers
Get money my passion
I caught a uppy, and spent it on fashion

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Like-like, I know n*ggas still want me to lose (Like, graah, graah, graah)
But I'ma still up it
Too real just to keep it a hunnid
We cannot beef if you don't got a hunnid
She-She fell in love with the f*ckin'
She a lash tec and I'm helpin' her fund it

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Graah
Can't kiss no thot in the function
Fake n*ggas feel too close
It's the life that I chose
Stay to myself 'cause my heart been on froze, like, if they say me been rose
Youngest in charge like Prime D Rose
You be shocked by the sh*t that I know
Hop-hop on the beat then I float like a boat
Life was fun, but where did it go?
I am a thot, but that b*tch is a hoe
Keep-keep it still, sh*t moving too fast
(Slow down)
PTSD, catch an opp he get put on his ass
Body shot like he Kim Kardash'
We smoke za, you can tell by the ash
Like-like damn, he fast
Jenn got the beam, all he seen was the flash
(Graah, graah)
Off-off a bean brodie 'oot like he 'miller
Like he get shot, if he tryna get jiggy
We make movies, they make trillers
Make a film with the pluck of a trigger
Ayo Jenn, rolup the coochie (coochie)
She get the bottle, let's make it a movie (movie)
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
When I tote on the toolie, I might make a movie (it's Carter, di*khead)
If he think he tough, he get whipped like a smoothie
And this life is salute me or shoot me
I don't give a f*ck, I know I'ma still do me
And these n*ggas gon' rattle when the money come
I can see that these n*ggas be snakes
And this .40 a doctor, might give you a tummy tuck
I can see all the envy and hate

[Verse 4: Kyle Richh]
If she f*cking for nothing, imagine what she gonna do for Chanel
Lil' thot only care 'bout her nails
Like, cheap b*tch got the pus*y on sale
Ride with the fire, I'm giving 'em hell
n*ggas hate that we really the biggest
Shoutout Ice Spice, only smoochie I'm feelin'
Aim for the top we gon' 'oot at the ceiling

[Verse 5: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh ]
On top, you can't debate
Get money, you can't relate
This pain, I can't escape
I just tote on a knocker so I can feel safe
And you might be the one that I need everyday
Got money, opps all hate
These n*ggas fake see the look in his face
I'm too big but I'm stuck in my ways