Shooting for the stars I'm an astronaut you say that you're a goat I put you below the stock, I get it popping like a fist full of dread locks on a clean beat I get gully buck shots they don't know I'm ill til they test me I pray, maybe, My sound godly, baby love me, God flow, I can get on a track and bless it side shows, I call my competition They ain't ready I'm cold as the winter soldier Avengers Bucky a bad man but I'm out the cage like a trustee, locked up 364,twice thrice