Lyrics
Belly of the beast flow, running from my destiny
He ain't chosen to give out these recipes for his soul
Apologies in advance to a hater, I know you want me gone
And when they telling me to quit, I hear they want some more
All the art nigga, lacing up the trucks niggas
Chef Curry never letting up until I'm done with you
Rap pain and peace, you can't tame the beast
That rap life give game for free
OG in my corner, I'm grounded, remember where I'm from
Still, I gotta know I ain't regular, look how far I come
Boy, I'm really him, I was running from the facts
It's either you embrace it or the universal take it
You call me cocky, homie, I'm sorry that I ain't basic
I take it back, my nigga, it kills you that I'm amazing
Imagine me apologizing for your entertainment
For changing people's lives and sharing gifts that I came with
I'm really him, really the G.O.A.T., Poet the coast floatin'
Never show boatin in Florida, I'm for sure boatin
Genious bars quotin' from Okinawa to Hoboken
Therapist to people that's still healing from homes broken
Don't let them take away your soul, brother
Don't let them demons make you turn against your own brother
Shit hit the fan, it don't matter how you identify
When everyone denied you, who is open saying, "Get inside?"
Y'all be focused on the wrong shit
White, black, brown, you get shot up by your own kin
White, black, brown, I ain't fuckin' with that woke shit
TikTok, scrolling ass, thinking that they know shit
Solo on a road trip, rented out a whole whip
Population, 50 where I'm staying, mama, don't trip
I ain't scared of nothing, even death shit
I need the fucking rest, 'til that day, I'm living blessed, yeah