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Chaos
GAWNE & Shaquille O’Neal
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(What up, Diesel?)
I been in the trenches, haters in my mentions
Really in the field, you was on the benches
On the court with Shaq in the center
Go together like The Avengers
But I remember days when I was lil'
Mama couldn't pay her bills
So, I'd train my skills, it was all a dream
Until shit got real, rapping with Shaquille O'Neal
Quit now no I rather not
I done came too far to go back to rock bottom
With hand-me-down clothes, my family got
A pan or pot to piss, we ain't have a lot, but I'll be
Damned if I'm a laughingstock
Had to elevate above it like an astronaut
But we ain't blasting off, no, I'll blast the Glock
And leave a hole in your apple like a Macintosh
Catch a body with the pen, gotta be a sin
Even God must've wanted me to win when the odds were slim
Hit lottery and went against everyone who doubted me
I'm probably the hottest in the ring, ding, ding
What's your best shot? Took it on the chin
There's no man alive on my level, better get in line
Bet I grind many times more when I'm energized
99 percent of everybody getting genocide
For real though, the ill flows, I killed those
Far as skill goes, I'm a savage deal blows
I willed my way up the ladder, real close to the gold
But I gotta slay the dragon, bilbo like Baggins
I cackle and laugh, inhale smoke, relax and takes notes
The G.O.A.T is now back
With a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls
Thanos 'bout to go snap and take souls, case closed
Ripping a rap I go demented
Like, oh no, flow is so cold that it froze December
A co-defendant, I've come to go hit a home run
In the bottom of the 9th, 'bout to hold the pennant
But some days feel I gotsta quit
When anxiety is something that I jostle with
The monster is inside a sarcophagus
In the pit of my stomach and esophagus, I yell!
I live on the edge, I'm not scared of these heights
Close to the ledge, think that I might
Fall and be dead by the end of the night
But this is the greatest I felt in my life, right
Heart of the fight
This is the part that I like, as I lay on the mic
'Til the fire and flames then ignite
And I'm hyped 'cause the mayhem and chaos excites
Spit flames motherfucker insane
Got disdain, so quit playin', bitch, I'm Rick James
When I spit a flow, I leave this shit in critical
May seem that y'll are more fake than a titty with saline
I used to daydream on the train at 18
It made me go put out a videotape because
We was hoping that my city would rate thee
A-team, but instead these idiots hate me
Found rap and I gave it a whirl
Middle finger aimed at the world
Sipping on Moscato til' the bottom of the bottle
Feelin' hollow 'cause I got a lot of haters and it's making me hurl
Sick of y'all always starting shit
You could push me up until my hard limit
Yeah, but after that it ain't just an argument
You getting Spartan kicked into a dark abyss
They think I'm insane, you tell me I've changed
Yeah, some days, it feels like I'm holding my breath
I went out of my way, keeping you safe
You don't know half of the secrets I've kept
Living with shame from all of this pain
So what can I gain when nothing is left?
What can I gain when nothing is left?
They think I'm the G.O.A.T, I tell them you're right
For sure, I'm a Stunna now put some respek on me
I wasn't able to sit at the table
Now they wanna eat with me, go find a recipe
We invested to be all the best we could be
It's a check for me, don't go testing me
Ain't no pressure, they showing no threats to me
Heat like the Magic, they go open sesame
The hate, I get it excessively
The cake, I get it aggressively
I don't think they get the message
I could jet ski or take a jet to ski
Way up and y'all know I'm pressure free
Lay up, y'all could go referee
I get new paper, they gotta extra me
And this two door, it ain't but a pet to me
Fish bowl the coupe when I fly through like gas in a bottle
I'm hot as a Molotov
I party at grottos and villas with women
That's dressing like Natasha Romanoff
They treat me like Clooney in Sicily
Back in the bricks, all we had was the stroganoff
Now the money like the streets of Venice
'Cause everything liquid, and they just keep logging off left
Where you don't wanna really go
Hit' em with the pepper, make 'em turn into a chili bowl
Only with the riders in the city where they mind is on the milli's
If you got it they say give me those
Everything I shown, everything I own, everything I dones
One of one like Penny clothes
Everywhere I go you know the semi goes
We like Eddie Murphy and Arsenio
I retired already, why you playing with me
I inspired already, what you saying to me
I walked fire already, it put the flame to me
Put me higher than anybody could aim to be
You'll never be the same as me
I'm living what they portraying to be
Ok, everybody stay in ya seat
I keep a M&M with me and it's equivalent to Dre and a beat
Miami, LA, parade in the street
You, valet, I stay in the suite
For me, payday is every day of the week
Everybody play but I'm playing for keeps
I did it my way from the Bay to the Beach
Way to the top, y'all faded beneath
I tell 'em the best advice, bet on yourself
Thinking you better than me ain't a belief
Deez is on a roll, Deez is on the road
Deez on the control, they going outta control
I'm legend, god of the mosh pit
You are a peasant, my yard got a ostrich
Painted tank in gray like a rhinoceros
Say you better, bitch, you are preposterous
You ain't for the family, then we opposite
Word to Twism, Diesel Dog The Mafia
We ain't only repping it, we locking it
I ain't only stepping, I'm Reebok'n it
You ain't on a record, put a sock in it
You just buy the product, I get stock in it
I just find it funny to remind you dummies
That my time is money, I'm approximate
You just pick a spot and set up shop on it
When I pick a spot, I put a block on it, bitch
Oh, we don't got nothing to let go
I got no fuckin' respectful for
You let our lovin' go next door
Fading out from us like echos
Calling my name
I hear them calling my name
Think I'm insane
Diesel and GAWNE
Yeah, we ballin', so call us G.O.A.Ts