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everyone who doubted me\nI'm probably the hottest in the ring\nDing Ding\n\nWhat's your best shot?\nTook it on the chin\nThere's no men alive\nOn my level better get in line\nBet I grind\nMany times more when I'm energized\n99 percent of everybody getting genocide\n\nForeal though\nThe ill flows\nI killed those\nFar as skill goes\nI'ma savage deal blows\nI willed my way up the ladder\n\nReal close to the gold\nBut I gotta slay the dragon\nBilbo like Baggins\nI cackle and laugh inhale smoke\nRelax and takes notes\n\nThe goat is now back\nWith a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls\nThanos bout to go snap and take souls\nCase closed\n\nRipping a rap I go demented\nLike oh no flow is so cold that it froze December\nA co-defendant\nI've come to go hit a home run\nIn the bottom of the 9th\n\nBout to hold the pennant\nBut\nSomedays feel I gotsta quit\nWhen anxiety is something that I jostle with\nThe monster is\n\nInside a sarcophagus\nIn the pit of my stomach and esophagus\nI yell!\nI live on the edge I'm not scared of these heights\nClose to the ledge\nThink that I might\n\nFall and be dead by the end of the night\nBut this is the greatest I felt in my life\nRight\nHeart of the fight\nThis is the part that I like\n\nAs I lay on the mic\nTil' the fire and flames then ignite\nAnd I'm hyped\nCause the mayhem and chaos excites\n\nSpit flames mother fucker insane\nGot disdain\nSo quit playin'\nBitch I'm Rick James\n\nWhen I spit a flow\nI leave this shit in critical\nMay seem\nThat y'll are more fake than a titty with saline\nI used to day dream\nOn the train at eighteen\n\nIt made me go put out a videotape because\nWe was hoping that my city would rate thee\nA-team\nBut instead these idiots hate me\nFound rap and I gave it a whirl\nMiddle finger aimed at the world world\n\nSipping on Moscato til' the bottom of the bottle\nFeelin' hollow cause I got a lot of haters and it's making me hurl\nSick of y'all always starting shit\nYou could push me up until my hard limit\nYeah but after that it ain't just an argument\nYou getting Spartan kicked into a dark abyss\n\nThey think I'm insane\nYou tell me I've changed\nYeah somedays it feels like I'm holding my breath\nI went out of my way\nKeeping you safe\n\nYou don't know half of the secrets I've kept\nLiving with shame\nFrom all of this pain\nSo what can I gain\nWhen nothing is left?\nWhat can I gain when nothing is left?\n\nThey think I'm the goat\nI tell them you're right\nFor sure I'm a Stunna now put some respek on me\nI wasn't able to sit at the table\nNow they wanna eat with me\n\nGo find a recipe\nWe invested to be\nAll the best we could be\nIt's a check for me\nDon't go testing me\nAin't no pressure\n\nThey showing no threats to me\nHeat like the Magic they go open sesame\nThe hate I get it excessively\nThe cake I get it aggressively\nI don't think they get the message\n\nI could jet ski\nOr take a jet to ski\nWay up\nAnd y'all know I'm pressure free\nLay up\nY'all could go referee\nI get new paper\n\nThey gotta extra me\nAnd this two door it ain't but a pet to me\nFish bowl the coupe when I fly through like gas in a bottle\nI'm hot as a Molotov\nI party at grottos and villas with women\nThat's dressing like Natasha Romanoff\nThey treat me like Clooney in Sicily\n\nBack in the bricks all we had was the stroganoff\nNow the money like the streets of Venice\nCause everything liquid and they just keep logging off left\nWhere you don't wanna really go\nHit' em with the pepper make' em turn into a chili bowl\n\nOnly with the riders in the city\nWhere they mind is on\nThe milli's if you got it they say give me those\nEverything I shown\nEverything I own\nEverything I done's\n\nOne of one like Penny clothes\nEverywhere I go you know the semi goes\nEe like Eddie Murphy and Arsenio\nI retired already\nWhy you playing with me\nI inspired already\n\nWhat you saying to me\nI walked fire already\nIt put the flame to me\nPut me higher than anybody could aim to be\nYou'll never be the same as me\n\nI'm living what they portraying to be\nOk, everybody stay in ya seat\nI keep a M&M with me\nAnd its\nEquivalent to Dre and a beat\nMiami\nLA\n\nParade in the street\nYou\nValet\nI stay in the suite\nFor me\nPayday is everyday of the week\n\nEverybody play\nBut I'm playing for keeps\nI did it my way\nFrom the Bay to the Beach\nWay to the top\n\nY'all faded beneath\nI tell' em the best advice\nBet on yourself\nBut thinking you better than me\nAin't a belief\nDeez is on a roll\n\nDeez is on the road\nDeez on the control\nThey going outta control\nI'm legend\nGod of the mosh pit\n\nYou are a peasant\nMy yard got a ostrich\nPainted tank in Gray like a rhinoceros\nSay you better\nThey are preposterous\nYou ain't for the family\n\nThen we opposite\nWord to Twism\nDiesel Dog The Mafia\nWe ain't only repping it\nWe locking it\nI ain't only stepping\n\nI'm Reebok'n it\nYou ain't on a record\nPut a sock in it\nYou just buy the product\nI get stock in it\nI just find it funny\n\nTo 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Where you don't wanna really go\n  start_ms: 195490\n  end_ms: 196270\n- text: Hit' em with the pepper make' em turn into a chili bowl\n  start_ms: 196270\n  end_ms: 198650\n- text: Only with the riders in the city\n  start_ms: 198650\n  end_ms: 200080\n- text: Where they mind is on\n  start_ms: 200080\n  end_ms: 200840\n- text: The milli's if you got it they say give me those\n  start_ms: 200840\n  end_ms: 202420\n- text: Everything I shown\n  start_ms: 202420\n  end_ms: 203520\n- text: Everything I own\n  start_ms: 203520\n  end_ms: 204080\n- text: Everything I done's\n  start_ms: 204080\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: One of one like Penny clothes\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 206440\n- text: Everywhere I go you know the semi goes\n  start_ms: 206440\n  end_ms: 208360\n- text: Ee like Eddie Murphy and Arsenio\n  start_ms: 208360\n  end_ms: 210350\n- text: I retired already\n  start_ms: 210350\n  end_ms: 211340\n- text: Why you playing with me\n  start_ms: 211340\n  end_ms: 212400\n- 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Close to the ledge, think that I might\n  Fall and be dead by the end of the night\n  But this is the greatest I felt in my life, right\n  Heart of the fight\n  This is the part that I like, as I lay on the mic\n  'Til the fire and flames then ignite\n  And I'm hyped 'cause the mayhem and chaos excites\n\n  Spit flames motherfucker insane\n  Got disdain, so quit playin', bitch, I'm Rick James\n  When I spit a flow, I leave this shit in critical\n  May seem that y'll are more fake than a titty with saline\n  I used to daydream on the train at 18\n  It made me go put out a videotape because\n  We was hoping that my city would rate thee\n  A-team, but instead these idiots hate me\n\n  Found rap and I gave it a whirl\n  Middle finger aimed at the world\n  Sipping on Moscato til' the bottom of the bottle\n  Feelin' hollow 'cause I got a lot of haters and it's making me hurl\n  Sick of y'all always starting shit\n  You could push me up until my hard limit\n  Yeah, but after that it ain't 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haters in my mentions\n  Really in the field, you was on the benches\n  On the court with Shaq in the center\n  Go together like The Avengers\n  But I remember days when I was lil'\n  Mama couldn't pay her bills\n  So, I'd train my skills, it was all a dream\n  Until shit got real, rapping with Shaquille O'Neal\n\n  Quit now no I rather not\n  I done came too far to go back to rock bottom\n  With hand-me-down clothes, my family got\n  A pan or pot to piss, we ain't have a lot, but I'll be\n  Damned if I'm a laughingstock\n  Had to elevate above it like an astronaut\n  But we ain't blasting off, no, I'll blast the Glock\n  And leave a hole in your apple like a Macintosh\n\n  Catch a body with the pen, gotta be a sin\n  Even God must've wanted me to win when the odds were slim\n  Hit lottery and went against everyone who doubted me\n  I'm probably the hottest in the ring, ding, ding\n  What's your best shot? 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Close to the ledge, think that I might\n  Fall and be dead by the end of the night\n  But this is the greatest I felt in my life, right\n  Heart of the fight\n  This is the part that I like, as I lay on the mic\n  'Til the fire and flames then ignite\n  And I'm hyped 'cause the mayhem and chaos excites\n\n  Spit flames motherfucker insane\n  Got disdain, so quit playin', bitch, I'm Rick James\n  When I spit a flow, I leave this shit in critical\n  May seem that y'll are more fake than a titty with saline\n  I used to daydream on the train at 18\n  It made me go put out a videotape because\n  We was hoping that my city would rate thee\n  A-team, but instead these idiots hate me\n\n  Found rap and I gave it a whirl\n  Middle finger aimed at the world\n  Sipping on Moscato til' the bottom of the bottle\n  Feelin' hollow 'cause I got a lot of haters and it's making me hurl\n  Sick of y'all always starting shit\n  You could push me up until my hard limit\n  Yeah, but after that it ain't 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 I get new paper, they gotta extra me\n  And this two door, it ain't but a pet to me\n\n  Fish bowl the coupe when I fly through like gas in a bottle\n  I'm hot as a Molotov\n  I party at grottos and villas with women\n  That's dressing like Natasha Romanoff\n  They treat me like Clooney in Sicily\n  Back in the bricks, all we had was the stroganoff\n  Now the money like the streets of Venice\n  'Cause everything liquid, and they just keep logging off left\n\n  Where you don't wanna really go\n  Hit' em with the pepper, make 'em turn into a chili bowl\n  Only with the riders in the city where they mind is on the milli's\n  If you got it they say give me those\n  Everything I shown, everything I own, everything I dones\n  One of one like Penny clothes\n  Everywhere I go you know the semi goes\n  We like Eddie Murphy and Arsenio\n\n  I retired already, why you playing with me\n  I inspired already, what you saying to me\n  I walked fire already, it put the flame to me\n  Put me higher than anybody could aim to be\n  You'll never be the same as me\n  I'm living what they portraying to be\n  Ok, everybody stay in ya seat\n  I keep a M&M with me and it's equivalent to Dre and a beat\n\n  Miami, LA, parade in the street\n  You, valet, I stay in the suite\n  For me, payday is every day of the week\n  Everybody play but I'm playing for keeps\n  I did it my way from the Bay to the Beach\n  Way to the top, y'all faded beneath\n  I tell 'em the best advice, bet on yourself\n  Thinking you better than me ain't a belief\n\n  Deez is on a roll, Deez is on the road\n  Deez on the control, they going outta control\n  I'm legend, god of the mosh pit\n  You are a peasant, my yard got a ostrich\n  Painted tank in gray like a rhinoceros\n  Say you better, bitch, you are preposterous\n  You ain't for the family, then we opposite\n  Word to Twism, Diesel Dog The Mafia\n\n  We ain't only repping it, we locking it\n  I ain't only stepping, I'm Reebok'n it\n  You ain't on a record, put a 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Took it on the chin\nThere's no man alive on my level, better get in line\nBet I grind many times more when I'm energized\n99 percent of everybody getting genocide\n\nFor real though, the ill flows, I killed those\nFar as skill goes, I'm a savage deal blows\nI willed my way up the ladder, real close to the gold\nBut I gotta slay the dragon, bilbo like Baggins\nI cackle and laugh, inhale smoke, relax and takes notes\nThe G.O.A.T is now back\nWith a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls\nThanos 'bout to go snap and take souls, case closed\n\nRipping a rap I go demented\nLike, oh no, flow is so cold that it froze December\nA co-defendant, I've come to go hit a home run\nIn the bottom of the 9th, 'bout to hold the pennant\nBut some days feel I gotsta quit\nWhen anxiety is something that I jostle with\nThe monster is inside a sarcophagus\nIn the pit of my stomach and esophagus, I yell!\n\nI live on the edge, I'm not scared of these heights\nClose to the ledge, think that I might\nFall 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approximate\n  start_ms: 267770\n  end_ms: 269820\n- text: You just pick a spot and set up shop on it\n  start_ms: 269820\n  end_ms: 271730\n- text: When I pick a spot, I put a block on it, bitch\n  start_ms: 271730\n  end_ms: 274620\n- text: Oh, we don't got nothing to let go\n  start_ms: 274620\n  end_ms: 277020\n- text: I got no fuckin' respectful for\n  start_ms: 277020\n  end_ms: 279190\n- text: You let our lovin' go next door\n  start_ms: 279190\n  end_ms: 281020\n- text: Fading out from us like echos\n  start_ms: 281020\n  end_ms: 283140\n- text: Calling my name\n  start_ms: 283140\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I hear them calling my name\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287260\n- text: Think I'm insane\n  start_ms: 287260\n  end_ms: 288020\n- text: Diesel and GAWNE\n  start_ms: 288020\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: Yeah, we ballin', so call us G.O.A.Ts\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 291380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291380\nplain: |-\n  (What up, Diesel?)\n\n  I been in the trenches, haters in my mentions\n  Really in the field, you was on the benches\n  On the court with Shaq in the center\n  Go together like The Avengers\n  But I remember days when I was lil'\n  Mama couldn't pay her bills\n  So, I'd train my skills, it was all a dream\n  Until shit got real, rapping with Shaquille O'Neal\n\n  Quit now no I rather not\n  I done came too far to go back to rock bottom\n  With hand-me-down clothes, my family got\n  A pan or pot to piss, we ain't have a lot, but I'll be\n  Damned if I'm a laughingstock\n  Had to elevate above it like an astronaut\n  But we ain't blasting off, no, I'll blast the Glock\n  And leave a hole in your apple like a Macintosh\n\n  Catch a body with the pen, gotta be a sin\n  Even God must've wanted me to win when the odds were slim\n  Hit lottery and went against everyone who doubted me\n  I'm probably the hottest in the ring, ding, ding\n  What's your best shot? Took it on the chin\n  There's no man alive on my level, better get in line\n  Bet I grind many times more when I'm energized\n  99 percent of everybody getting genocide\n\n  For real though, the ill flows, I killed those\n  Far as skill goes, I'm a savage deal blows\n  I willed my way up the ladder, real close to the gold\n  But I gotta slay the dragon, bilbo like Baggins\n  I cackle and laugh, inhale smoke, relax and takes notes\n  The G.O.A.T is now back\n  With a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls\n  Thanos 'bout to go snap and take souls, case closed\n\n  Ripping a rap I go demented\n  Like, oh no, flow is so cold that it froze December\n  A co-defendant, I've come to go hit a home run\n  In the bottom of the 9th, 'bout to hold the pennant\n  But some days feel I gotsta quit\n  When anxiety is something that I jostle with\n  The monster is inside a sarcophagus\n  In the pit of my stomach and esophagus, I yell!\n\n  I live on the edge, I'm not scared of these heights\n  Close to the ledge, think that I might\n  Fall and be dead by the end of the night\n  But this is the greatest I felt in my life, right\n  Heart of the fight\n  This is the part that I like, as I lay on the mic\n  'Til the fire and flames then ignite\n  And I'm hyped 'cause the mayhem and chaos excites\n\n  Spit flames motherfucker insane\n  Got disdain, so quit playin', bitch, I'm Rick James\n  When I spit a flow, I leave this shit in critical\n  May seem that y'll are more fake than a titty with saline\n  I used to daydream on the train at 18\n  It made me go put out a videotape because\n  We was hoping that my city would rate thee\n  A-team, but instead these idiots hate me\n\n  Found rap and I gave it a whirl\n  Middle finger aimed at the world\n  Sipping on Moscato til' the bottom of the bottle\n  Feelin' hollow 'cause I got a lot of haters and it's making me hurl\n  Sick of y'all always starting shit\n  You could push me up until my hard limit\n  Yeah, but after that it ain't just an argument\n  You getting Spartan kicked into a dark abyss\n\n  They think I'm insane, you tell me I've changed\n  Yeah, some days, it feels like I'm holding my breath\n  I went out of my way, keeping you safe\n  You don't know half of the secrets I've kept\n  Living with shame from all of this pain\n  So what can I gain when nothing is left?\n  What can I gain when nothing is left?\n\n  They think I'm the G.O.A.T, I tell them you're right\n  For sure, I'm a Stunna now put some respek on me\n  I wasn't able to sit at the table\n  Now they wanna eat with me, go find a recipe\n  We invested to be all the best we could be\n  It's a check for me, don't go testing me\n  Ain't no pressure, they showing no threats to me\n  Heat like the Magic, they go open sesame\n\n  The hate, I get it excessively\n  The cake, I get it aggressively\n  I don't think they get the message\n  I could jet ski or take a jet to ski\n  Way up and y'all know I'm pressure free\n  Lay up, y'all could go referee\n  I get new paper, they gotta extra me\n  And this two door, it ain't but a pet to me\n\n  Fish bowl the coupe when I fly through like gas in a bottle\n  I'm hot as a Molotov\n  I party at grottos and villas with women\n  That's dressing like Natasha Romanoff\n  They treat me like Clooney in Sicily\n  Back in the bricks, all we had was the stroganoff\n  Now the money like the streets of Venice\n  'Cause everything liquid, and they just keep logging off left\n\n  Where you don't wanna really go\n  Hit' em with the pepper, make 'em turn into a chili bowl\n  Only with the riders in the city where they mind is on the milli's\n  If you got it they say give me those\n  Everything I shown, everything I own, everything I dones\n  One of one like Penny clothes\n  Everywhere I go you know the semi goes\n  We like Eddie Murphy and Arsenio\n\n  I retired already, why you playing with me\n  I inspired already, what you saying to me\n  I walked fire already, it put the flame to me\n  Put me higher than anybody could aim to be\n  You'll never be the same as me\n  I'm living what they portraying to be\n  Ok, everybody stay in ya seat\n  I keep a M&M with me and it's equivalent to Dre and a beat\n\n  Miami, LA, parade in the street\n  You, valet, I stay in the suite\n  For me, payday is every day of the week\n  Everybody play but I'm playing for keeps\n  I did it my way from the Bay to the Beach\n  Way to the top, y'all faded beneath\n  I tell 'em the best advice, bet on yourself\n  Thinking you better than me ain't a belief\n\n  Deez is on a roll, Deez is on the road\n  Deez on the control, they going outta control\n  I'm legend, god of the mosh pit\n  You are a peasant, my yard got a ostrich\n  Painted tank in gray like a rhinoceros\n  Say you better, bitch, you are preposterous\n  You ain't for the family, then we opposite\n  Word to Twism, Diesel Dog The Mafia\n\n  We ain't only repping it, we locking it\n  I ain't only stepping, I'm Reebok'n it\n  You ain't on a record, put a sock in it\n  You just buy the product, I get stock in it\n  I just find it funny to remind you dummies\n  That my time is money, I'm approximate\n  You just pick a spot and set up shop on it\n  When I pick a spot, I put a block on it, bitch\n\n  Oh, we don't got nothing to let go\n  I got no fuckin' respectful for\n  You let our lovin' go next door\n  Fading out from us like echos\n  Calling my name\n  I hear them calling my name\n  Think I'm insane\n  Diesel and GAWNE\n  Yeah, we ballin', so call us G.O.A.Ts\n"}]