Gotta Go!

[Hook:]
Doing this shit for my country
While all of these vultures’ll do it for cash
I came to fuck up the game for my life
And the day that it’s over I’m running the stats
You ain’t shook my hand, wanna talk that shit
Bitch, I’m ready for that
If you’re speaking on my name my boy
Guess what you get from that
Fuck you up if you keep
Faking on the low
Dance around my name
I Keep em on their toes (that ballet)
If you ain’t riding with us now, don’t wanna see you down the road
Better show us some respect lil bitch, that bullshit Gotta Go

[Verse 1:]
Brand new watch, little bitch I’m clean
Got bands that I front, putting on for my team
I’m one of a kind, like a wilhelm scream
Gotta go for the gold when they’re panning my strеams
Top 5 in the state you ain’t in a conversation
Know my namе, before my lips shape it
Ain’t ever happy If I got a nomination
Living in your head, ain’t pay accommodation
Face it, never gonna talk the talk, I walk the walk
Dead beef chalk the chalk, you sorta thought
The core would, ignore the talk
Until I go capone, and chose to war report
Wear casualties, like a casual T
That I rock in the crib, putting tracks to sleep
I Polished my style to a classic sheen
So who the fuck else does it have to be
They said dig deep so I built in the mantle
Shots on the weeknd, Able and ampoule
Stomp on your neck, like I’m stirring up an anthill
Hit record then I sample the trample
The day I quit, never match my hits
I treat my hooks like I wrap my fist
When I drop my game, on the rap type kicks
Gonna pull up on the block like that’s my shit

[Hook:]
Doing this shit for my country
While all of these vultures'll do it for cash
I came to fuck up the game for my life
And the day that it's over I'm running the stats
You ain't shook my hand, wanna talk that shit
Bitch, I'm ready for that
If you're speaking on my name my boy
Guess what you get from that
Fuck you up if you keep faking on the low
Dance around my name
I Keep em on their toes (that ballet)
If you ain't riding with us now, don't wanna see you down the road
Better show us some respect lil bitch, that bullshit Gotta Go

[Verse 2:]
I ain’t even have to say shit fore you motherfuckers try to come through chest puffed out
Second I blew got a flame snuffed out
Ya Really wanna know why they left ya name out
You ain’t never done shit but complain about clout
That’s sad, bent out of shape expanding your circle
Instead of depending on ones in your corner, ungrateful as hell for the real supporters hating ass motherfuckers, really wanna try to say that I pay for the plays and cosigns
They don’t realise they ain’t got dope lines or to keep it real simple they just don’t sound good maybe work a little harder tryna make a sound hook
Man fuck it
Ain’t no use complaining, could’ve spent that breath on verse I’m paid with
They saw the respect when I worked with favourites
They wanna get a taste, of a first-name basis, with greatness
Fuck it we can go all day
Bitta sizzle with the sauce, smoking like a saute
Hit it once then dessert left ya with a sorbet
Double down w two Os cuz the shit my forte
Getting loud off a pack, my producer sent
Old heads so hooked they could snort my lines
Think you can catch up now, lil bitch
You ain’t had no chance before my prime