maestro

Brother, there's no comparison
Brother, there's no comparison
Worse is that it's thanks to what I write
That in the best style is prescription

I'm getting the lyrics right letter by letter
It's as if this were a spelling bee
And since you want beef
Then let me anticipate your next reincarnation
Who's better? Me or you?
I decided the answer by elimination
And that I'm at the top of the league, it's no longer a question
Ignore the punctuation
I dotted the i's

I even reinforced with exclamation points
Yeah, I didn't come here to decorate
Believe me, I gave my heart for this shit
There's no adversary
For now, they can only pray
Until proven otherwise
And look, the opposite is rare
Supreme authoritarian
In every corner, I'm the one who hits
So I'll ruin the locker room
STK right-handed version

Messing with me, recipe for disaster
Even without cake, I make the party
Some OGs even ask for a lecture
Boy, against me there's no good rapper
There's so much difference, I rap with no pressure
So even if you pull strings
I'll still be the maestro of the orchestra
Yeah, yeah

Let's go Goat
Let's go Goat
Let's go Goat
Let's go Goat
Let's go Goat
Enough of nonsense, babble and accumulate
You put the cart ahead if you're not behind the mule