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