{Verse 1: Goliath}
People telling me im working to hard to get a track
Like it’s a felony to wanna get past stars
So I bomb on em, mentally developing my art
So that soon enough, I can move up the chart and ladder
But unfortunately, n***as wanna take my head
I use this to prepare myself for when they try to take my bread
No margins, man I cannot lose
That’s the same way peter thought before he took that snooze
That’s the same way Adolf thought before he injected the medicine
And then the rest hung from the noose
Now I ain't saying im a Nazi or an apostle or whatever
I just think deeply when I write past invisible margins or whatever
A lyrical marksman, with his pen and his pad
Lines and margins are like snakes, but they can’t hold me back
So I guess that there are no margins
Just open fields and roads, and I guess I gotta cross them