Wannabe
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay,
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
I wanna be great (no shit)
Wanna be the best (no shit)
Psycho like Bates (no shit)
Kill effortless (no shit)
I'm treating this game
Like it's State of Decay
I'll cut through your brain
With a mothafuckin' blade
I'm on a crusade
Well more like a raid
To kill of the AIDS
That infect the rap name
Y'all need to chill
Stop faking your feels
Or popping these pills
To get more appeal
You say I'm flexing
Are you for real
I keep it real
You riding my dick
Like it is a thrill
So what is the dill
You're in a pickle
Cause you can't make deals
That ain't my fault
I am concrete
It's your ass fault
I write with brains
You write about thots
Huh, get it, I don't think you did
I don't think you get I'm changing the buis
Change how kids be spitting their shit
Move em away from hitting a lick
I don't think they know
That I am the goat
Spitting so sick
Gotta sore throat
I'll be the greatest
This city will know
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay,
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
I wanna be great (no shit)
Wanna be the best (no shit)
Psycho like Bates (no shit)
Kill effortless (no shit)
I'm treating this game
Like it's State of Decay
I'll cut through your brain
With a mothafuckin' blade
I'm on a crusade
Well more like a raid
To kill of the AIDS
That infect the rap name
Y'all need to chill
Stop faking your feels
Or popping these pills
To get more appeal
You say I'm flexing
Are you for real
I keep it real
You riding my dick
Like it is a thrill
So what is the dill
You're in a pickle
Cause you can't make deals
That ain't my fault
I am concrete
It's your ass fault
I write with brains
You write about thots
Huh, get it, I don't think you did
I don't think you get I'm changing the buis
Change how kids be spitting their shit
Move em away from hitting a lick
I don't think they know
That I am the goat
Spitting so sick
Gotta sore throat
I'll be the greatest
This city will know
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
I wanna be great
Wanna be the best in the game
No fake, okay
You wanna be Reil
Since you saw the numbers I did with Feil
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Lopez
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