Testo di ' Underground King (feat. Westside Gunn, DJ Drama & Westside Pootie) ' di Rome Streetz

You see
I'm not interested in being the GOAT
I'm fine being a GOAST
Greatest Of All Shit Talkers
That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones
Rest in peace
A legendary voice, one of a kind
Gangsta Grillz

Ayo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (Ah)
Scorpion death fly, don't get your head shot
Don't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (Hmm)
You super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom, boom, boom)
Too many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine
So now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind
Been an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him
At the crack table, fifty-K up at the Wynn (Woo)
Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you
I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)
Cutting china on fine china
I learned dope money was the fastest, ask mine
I heard this slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner?
You know me and you know I know you, vagina
I'm MJ from the free throw in designer
Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (Brr)
You figure four, I wrote, dope, we incredible
We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo)
Allahu Akbar, I'm the GOAT (I'm the GOAT, woo)
You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (Gangsta)

The heels have eyes, the heels have eyes
Ayo, it's Westside Pootie
And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy
And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?
Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke
I'd seen one of my dads oldheads the other day
And you know what he still is? Disgusting
Make a long story short
Believe in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours
Long live Michelle, it's Griselda
Griselda

Free my niggas locked behind bars (Uh-huh)
They can't lock your mind, do the time, don't let it do you, walk it off
Learn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)
Now I'm refined on fire, it's raid for the roaches
Got your neck in a rope, you hopeless
Cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in
Deals on the table, before it was drugs
Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woah)
Diamonds in all of my slugs
Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug
Seen him in a supermarket, he like: What the fuck?
I had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit
Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (Ah)
Camo'd down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped
They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it
I never lost it, it's Louis on my Air Forces
Gorgeous, see what the fuck I did (What?)
My grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big
It ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (Uh-uh)
The total package like Lex Luger
I need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster
You're just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to
Fork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (Whip)
Never liked you niggas like Future (Fuck out of here)
Competition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe

Ain't that the word on the street
Flygod has the best shit