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lyrics

VERSE 1
Steady on the beat
Ready one two three
Epeolatry is my thing dont fuck wit it
Already got to be dissin’ me no fucks givin’
Plenty got to see this is me oh just quit it
Any different beat give to me go nuts wit it
I wasn't born with this skill didn't grow up wit it
But got older and no hunch this is
So what's vicious so cuz sticks and
Stones hit my bones but disses
Don’t fuck with him
Hold up this shit
Blows up with its
Pro tongue twisters
So son sick shit
Soaks up in this

HOOK
No one knows
Who the fuck i am now
But i know
I’m the best hands down
I don’t mumble
Or rap lound
But you’ll see i’m a farmer
I got that cash cow

VERSE 2
Got rap down to a science
Try and bite this i am
Giant mind is grindin’
Hot spit awesome mosh pits
Coding the rap game
Only attract fame
Boasting a mad flame
Homie i can take
Rap music past ruin
Past sewage past useless
Can do this can move it
Can spew it can’t lose it
Act foolish Sams too lit
Wack you is crash through and
Ban you kids man who dis
Back sue this thats music

HOOK
No one knows
Who the fuck i am now
But i know
I’m the best hands down
I don’t mumble
Or rap lound
But you’ll see i’m a farmer
I got that cash cow

VERSE 3
Backpack rap monster
Have had mad honor
For a mad hat fat stack can cap can stamp that squalor
Or ya can’t rap damn man so trap wack facts rap scholar
It attracts dollars fat wallets but won’t last long sir
Cash alters keep spittin’ like everyone else
Bet that you fail attract followers
Back problems
Cause you spineless as puppets that shock ya
Fuck you can’t holler
Nine tenth trap sucks it
Just use math problems
If one whack song does
Well it must have twelve exact clones dawg
Man all y’all can fall off
Holy mackerel bruh your crap all sucks
Eat it with that coleslaw and go off
Rap so raw never lack soul uh
Can’t blow off that know crunch
Of Pharaoh Monch here go ya

HOOK
No one knows
Who the fuck i am now
But i know
I’m the best hands down
I don’t mumble
Or rap lound
But you’ll see i’m a farmer
I got that cash cow

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from The G​.​O​.​A​.​T. 3, released March 18, 2022
Lyrics: The Illusionist
Beat: Anno Domini

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