Go - Mark Battles, King Los, Forever M.C.

They prayin' for me to fell‚ and I tell 'em I won’t‚ chill

You should stop that‚ progression is the object

My level’s two steps from Heaven, meetin' God next (Woo)

Ah, yes‚ it’s the perfect plan (Plan)

Convert the fans who twerk and dance, I deserve a chance

Ah, give 'em bars like anxiety

My old girl mad‚ her bitter ass won’t say «Hi» to me (Haha)

I tell her blow me like I’m checking her sobriety (Uh)

Been waiting, now it’s time to see the new rap prodigy

Uh, you better tell them niggas «Cool it»

Get you whacked for 50 cent, it’s all G’s up in my unit (Woo)

I’m proud and chillin', just mindin' my business

Just countin' my millions, man, God is my witness (Uh)

I came from the bottom but I gotta get it

I’m sliding my pivot, and travelling head into contracts

So dope I hand 'em a contacts, I need a massage

I need a garage with Bentleys and Phantoms and all that

Ain’t 'bout that money, I call back

Fall back, Maybach (Uh)

Grey and black

Bar man, bald cap

Ballsacks in your mouth

We talking down on the real one

Give a fuck how you feel son

I don’t got no chill, how they 'gon deal with me when my deal come?

Uh, I’m ready for a real run, I mean it’s time to do the damn thing (Uh)

Already been the best out, I mean I’m stretching out my hamstrings (Uh)

Top five, top five, yeah

More fire, hot vibes, yeah

Juicin' up with my spinach

Popeye with papaya

High power shit, die, cower bitch, I devour shit (Go)

Three K’s in my trunk but I ain’t talkin' bout no white power shit (Go)

White powder shit all in they nose, I guess they must’ve been high (Go)

How they miss me, like they ain’t pick me, like I ain’t give a fuck nigga, die

Go

When I get in my zone, won’t answer my phone, tellin' her «Leave me alone» (Woo)

Crackin' the colds, back on the road, cookin' like crack on the stove (Woah)

Tell them boys to just fall back, small pack but we all strap

Ayy B, you gon' have to see these, I ain’t talkin' no bra strap

Now we handlin' business, with my niggas, we all rap (Uh)

Name my moves, don’t put on my shoes, can’t fit it, no bald cap

Ain’t talkin' money, no convo

Came to ball, Lonzo

Get up in the game and just spit that shit

Now a nigga feelin' like Rondo

Tell a new nigga to a John Doe (Oh)

Turn a new verse to a condo (Uh)

I’m great, killin' niggas six years straight

Ya’ll late, where the Hell did the time go?

Now I’m gettin' payed for cadence

came in the greatest (The best)

Niggas wanna talk that shit, so I keep that smith like Will on with Jaden

(Uh)

Go

Uh, go

Ahh