Gtfo (2023 Remastered Version)

Uh, yeah
Get the fuck out my way
You do not make my wage
Get the fuck off my stage
I pay more than you make
Make more than you ever will in a day
Don't make no mistake
This ain't Californ-I-A
No Tupac or Snoop or Dre
I'm giving my place a name
Won't leave until I rise to fame, yeah

You in a predicament
Locked up boy bitch you are not innocent
Comin at you ho's with ill-intent
This won't brush off tearing off your ligaments, yeah
Guess you're just ignorant
This shit blowing up is no coincidence
I could be killing the game with diligence
Can't kill me 'cause I am vigilant
Go ahead motherfucker come and try me bitch
Like 6ix9ine yeah I bet you're a snitch
Fake punch out and I saw you twitch
Little Mac with the arms but not with the pitch
My bars they burn to the third degree
You finna be put into emergency surgery urgently
And you'd need a whole insurgency
To get even a tiny chance to fucking murder me
'Cause I'm a ticking time bomb and I can't be stopped
'Cause I'm trigger happy and blipped the block
Throwing stones at the glass, fucker copped a rock
If I go any further I'll be chased by the cops
I'm a helicopter, bitch you'd be chopped with the prop
And everyone knows I been on top
I been on top

Uh, yeah
Get the fuck out my way
You do not make my wage
Get the fuck off my stage
I pay more than you make
Make more than you ever will in a day
Don't make no mistake
This ain't Californ-I-A
No Tupac or Snoop or Dre
I'm giving my place a name
Won't leave until I rise to fame

Higher than the game on my first album and
Everyone told me that they couldn't fathom it
Ain't luck sure as hell ain't randomness
All of y'all having a fuckin spasm fit
All my homies know that I'm popping' off
My career ain't just gonna be a one-off
All you retards gonna sit there and scoff
And the old farts gonna wash away in the trough
Only a select few got the will to stay in the game
All the rest the newcomers gonna put to shame
If you noticed that there is a brand new wave
Of top tier lyricists comin through the gate
Now to kill y'all I don't need a knife or a gun
Some did more with a wife and their son
But that's not like me so I hit and run
With the wordplay bitch you got fuckin outdone

Get the fuck out my way
You do not make my wage
Get the fuck off my stage
I pay more than you make
Make more than you ever will in a day
Don't make no mistake
This ain't Californ-I-A
No Tupac or Snoop or Dre
Giving Minnesota a name
Won't leave until I win the game, yeah