[Verse 1: Crypt]
Nowadays, these people are praised for being fake (They stay fake)
While the real ones get shunned and hit with the needless hate (That's so lame)
But hey, I'll stay in my lane, it's the right way, I won't fake my way to the high stage
I won't fuck over a couple young and up-and-comers who come to me wanting to cut it up 'cause I will annihilate (Woo!)
Why wait till I rise to fame to try and ignite the flame of the rap game? (What?)
What's happening? This track is the fast lane (Yeah) of the highway, so get the fuck out of my way (Yeah)
People will talk about me and they'll go (Go), "He’s so cold with the stuff he knows" (Knows!)
Spitting the word that should be heard, every verse converses another convo on who's the G.O.A.T. (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow!)
We live in a generation where loyalty is just another fuckin' tattoo (Yeah!)
Love is just another fuckin' quote (Yeah!), lying’s just the fuckin' new truth (Yeah!)
I know a few dudes who will screw you for a couple stacks and fuckin' new jewels (Bow, bow, bow, bow!)
So get the fuck away if you about that life, 'cause the ER's the only place that I see you (Bow, bow, bow, yeah!)
Life has two rules: never quit, and remember rule number one:
Keep your head high and your middle finger higher, fuck up everyone who wants some
Do some shit that is so different than anybody else under the sun
'Cause when it comes to life and to be the best in sight, you have to be odd to be number one

[Verse 2: Reign]
We're gettin' even, but we don;t need to, pull up on you whenever we got a problem, dog (Pull up on me!)
Tell me to my face you don't like my song (You should tell me!), let's just say you did a couple things wrong
You're in deep, it gets deeper! The Grim Reaper's with the Crypt Creeper
I would love to body another diva, ain't nobody really gonna miss you, we don't need ya'
Always gotta remind em that I'm rockin' with a machine gun
For a mouth, don't count me out, have you ever heard about it, ever seen one? G.O.A.T., you'll never be one
Comin' in gunnin' for everybody whose buggin' until they're runnin' 'cause fuck it, I think it's funny (Funny)
You ain't Marshawn Lynch, you're a third string player on the bench with a bum knee
'Cause please, don't play me, oh, you're a hater hater, we ain't gravy
You're a player hater 'cause you hate the play that got them further than you could have estimated
We saw that way that you escalated, Four Horsemen got you frustrated
Never heard of me, but it's a murder scene, you won't be revived, you won't be respirated
I don't get in the middle of anything that don't got anything to do with me unless we're playing sports (I don't!)
But since you insisted, I'll lace up my kicks quick, and meet you in the middle of the court (I will!)
I'll be around because I'm coming back for the torch, and I'm knowing that we can pass on the back and the forth (Okay!)
You'll pass it for sure, you're the one I got it from, rap is a sport (Okay!)