Braids

My girl braid my hair while I'm rolling up

We both get it tight so it's holding up

I ask if I'm the GOAT they say "sho enough"

I ask if I'm the GOAT they say

Magic mirror on the wall, show the best spitter

And I'll know that you're a liar if it isn't showing Smithers

Been doing it a minute, and I'm still getting jitters

But that doesn't mean that I'm not a designated hitter

It's a grand slam, now it's time to run the bases

Finally starting to realize I'm never gonna shake this

Devil on my shoulder, Adam put some ink around him

If he's permanent then so am I, my view of him is changing

Not a curse, he's a gift, and while he may have made me crazy

Also made the rhymes crazy, and the flow amazing

And if I didn't have him, I don't know if I could make em

Lose their minds, while I'm losing mine without hesitation

Have em bitter when they see how hard I've been working

Full time nine-to-five, and still putting work in

Doing all these shows, got these other guys cursing

They can hate my shine, but can't say I don't deserve it

My girl braid my hair while I'm rolling up

We both get it tight so it's holding up

I ask if I'm the GOAT they say "sho enough"

I ask if I'm the GOAT they say, (sho enough)

Smithers is a satyr, eating anybody hating

All these couch coaches, always looking like potatoes

Prolly never ran the court to get a single layup

I'm doing suicides until I die so I can make it

Not the best baller, but I got that dawg in me

So even if you're better, gonna hit a wall with me

It might be a bluff, when I'm going all in see

Or it might be a royal flush, why don't you call and see?

Too competitive to be bad at anything I try

Might not ever be great, but always be a little fly

Learned from Scott Lang to always look out for the little guy

Spit the shit with emphasis, always letting spittle fly,

Somewhere near the middle, won't be long until I'm on

Top of this mountain that all of us will climb on