Jealousy is bad (everyone)

At the end of the day I’m still the best lyrical artist on this app, i don’t care about a crown, people only winning because they making catchy music.

Yeah, on the real, I'm these niggas idol (Idol)

Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (Rival)

'Cause I'm too powerful ('Cause I'm too powerful

And you not powerful (Yeah, you not powerful)

So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (Die slow)

Die slow (Die slow), die slow (Die slow)

Jealousy is a disease, die slow (Die slow)

Die slow (Die slow), die slow

Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow

Uh, yo, who want it with Emvee now?

I smoke 'em like hippies now

They see me, say, "Yippie," now Homes runnin' like Griffey now

They switchin' like sissies now

You niggas is iffy now

They tune switchin' up

We take 'em to Jiffy now

She thicker than peanut butter

Im nuttin' like Skippy now

She want me to be my wife

Im the best rapper now

They call me big envious (Yeah), style defined as ridiculous (Okay)

I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden

The number one draft, I'm New York's pick

And I don't lose like them dudes, on the New York Knicks

(Woo) Check it, I'm overseas, rockin' hella capris

I'm in the West Indies, eatin' delicacies I tell 'em, they want Kane like Erica?

Please

Brotha your money young, like that the other guy.

These broke rappers, always rappin'

'bout a pink truck

I'm only happy, when I'm hoppin' out the Brinks truck (Woo)

And I don't need a sixteen, 1 got a sentence

goes in on a fucka, like an entrance These old niggas, better change they dentures (What up)

When I get in the game, they gon' play the benches (Okay)

Fuck your friendship, pay attention (Uh-huh)

Bro, get at me? I'ma pay my henchmen

That's why I pop up in the Porsche, with the top vacant (Yeah)

Mami stop fakin'; talkin' bout what you got

You ain't got nathen, and you're not cakin'

You're not my taste (Nope), get out of my face (Yes)

I play the top, like eight friends on your MySpace (Woo-woo)

Stay in a child's place, check the timin' Trock niggas, like they throwin' up the diamonds

(It's the Roc)

I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me

I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style

Can't stand the pain here's a Motrin child

You already know it's Mr. G.O.A.T

Numero U-N-O

I got the trophies and the catalogue Just did a deal, Zona, check the catalogue

I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs

U could have the crown cause, all things come to an end eventually, All of you coming for the Cruf master, its not good for you its not gunna end well