Jerry Rice

The youngest G.O.A.T What can I say? (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) Bitch (ShittyBoyz) Shootin' thousands at the spot, come and lose your last Dog scared of the fast life, he don't use no gas Tryna race, hop up in the coupe, finna lose your ass Pretty bitch, finna slam like it's Judo class I'm sick you still coppin' cookie from the bottom shelf I'm sick I'm still on this route when it's hot as hell 2015 was Gucci-feenin', spent alot on belts Ten-thousand for the bowl, if not it's not for sale Honey burban got me breath-catchin' like I ran a 40 2022, new thing, had to grab the Forgis Jerry Rice that motherfucker if you pass it towards me Livin' in the past, no pape but he had a story Long sleeve, ice-skatin', now I swerve in it Drivin' off the yeah, might fuck around and hit the curb in it My mind movin' at a million miles per minute I'll lay low, my shooters slidin' off the percs itchin' You ain't got no hustle in you, what you know about grindin'? Hit the top from the bottom, what you know about climbin'? 220 on the dash, what you know about flyin'? I was stayin' up, drawin' plays up and route findin' (Swear to god) I could probably coach you Show you how to make a dub off giffys or on Pro Tools 30 day grind, another 50 I'ma blow through You in the booth, talkin' 'bout some shit that you don't do (Boy you) Talkin' 'bout some shit that you won't do Brodie beat the case, dancin' on 'em, ain't got no proof Two sticks, Cosmo and Wanda, make him go "poof" Backdoored your mans? Can't believe you, that's a bold move Wouldn't kick it wit' you if I taught Karate lessons You better leave, Tristan Thompson, this the Wocky section Flash wit' the-, boy, you gotta come see akhi weapons He gon' try to ride the wave till the tsunami wet him Flyin' in the AMG and I got the K wit' me (Skrr) Used to have that one whip, I only got from A to B Think I counted to a thousand 'fore I knew my ABCs RTA jeans, boy, you only got Macy's cheese Got a play on West Warren gettin' off on X today Trunk full of— (Shh), ridin' 'round wit' the Texas plates Every punch 'round here heavy, boy, you feather-weight Dub in the morning, ten later, had a stellar day Today was good as hell, I feel like Ice Cube Seven on the left, 'nother seven on the right shoe Prices gettin' crazy, wish that I could swipe juice Why you hatin? You'll get your time to shine too Unless you lazy, that won't really work (At all) Can't believe I spent eight on a silly shirt (What the hell) Can't believe this bitch plain as hell (Shit) Talkin' 'bout ZaZa, you finna go and face a tail (What the fuck) Life backwards, they'd spend their last just to look crispy In Wally's World, self-scannin', jabs and hooks wit' me Walk in, I bet I'm V.I.P., that's the pull in me (Yeah) Stayin' 'way from the sheep, that's the wolf in me Sin all day, then I go and hit the booth to preach Dump my backpack on the counter, coppin' Cuban links Brodie pulled up wit' a long clip like a movie scene Y'all can have the fame, I want pape, that shit cool to me Thuh, y'all don't really want no real money Five years out of high school and y'all still flunkies I can't have him 'round if I think that he'll steal from me If the rap or the scams don't work I'm servin' pill junkies Huh, yeah Youngest G.O.A.T. alive, youngest G.O.A.T. breathin' Youngest G.O.A.T. walkin' (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) They can't fuck wit' me