Lyrics:
they call me the goat
(Yuh)
I’m capping at least that’s what’s I’m told, but they gon look funny when I’m buying the store
No homo the cash in closet
I like making money, IRS gon' hate my ass
No, I am not a scammer, I just like to get the cash
Fully on the drac, gotta key, 10 extra mags
Keep a red
Gucci by Dapper Dan (Friend)
3XL wie Doug Heffernan
Die haben gedacht, ich wär' tot
Aber man wird nicht älter in Neverland (ah)
Louis V wie Kim Jones
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
Filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms.
deceit
Flying by the seat
Of my pants
Me and devils dance
To the song of chance
Move our feet to circumstance
Though it seems it's happenstance
The key
Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
a fist in anger then you tell me I'm in rage
I'm a jitsu raised by the Gods
Every step I take is from the ancestors
Every little mimic every gimmick I
After I made that play, I flew to the crib
Fixed a plate but forgot, I had no juice in the fridge
Worked at Burger King, walked to work in boots by
like I'm Michael franceze
I been rolling on the beats since PC gave me the keys
Now I'm on all these jawns say they aiming to please
Like I'm a symbol
this cash and I'm winning
Making this cash and I'm grinning
Blowing the bag yeah I'm spending
I make it back in a minute
Having these racks hit different
coming to kill you
You know im killin shit like I'm Michael Myers
Tryna escape this insane place I'm in
You know im killin shit like I'm Michael Myers
It's
Baby girl, my life been better (too good)
And I'm successful (successful)
Michael Phelps in my bezel (Michael Phelps)
I did this on my own (my own),
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
up, talkin' 'bout let's join 'em, we can't beat 'em, bitch (Uh)
But I won't let 'em in, they want the drip, no seasoning (Oh)
She doing coke on my key
cracking
Grind on the wall just to get some action
Looking in the mirror like I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy
Bounce like Michael
So easy to freestyle
Ay
We got the keys to the cars
I don't carry No nine
But hit it in 3
Governing women
loving n pimpin
Cousin Late
drip it's from the runway
I'm balling hard Michael Conley
These niggas they watching like Parlay
They like this nigga in college
All white, I come trim
Don't die for nyash
Don't die for nyash
Don't go in your room and bash
Get on the road and get some cash
Don't go in your room and bash
Get
suspension
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah)
Psychopath, Michael's Jack's blowin' up like
I'm gone
By the end of the night
Sensational drank keep me up
Through the light going up for the war
I can't rest I just shine
Throw some bands up in
shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin' cash money bricks
What you doing around Spice Lane man?
They'll put you in a goddamn
nigga)
You got baby money watch you crawl in
Call me Michael Jordan cause I'm scoring like its Game 3
Ya bitch look better when she with me
I was on stage
Hopped in a whip and that shit got no keys
It drive itself she said she wanna see
Shout out my jeweler he put me on freeze
Cash out with Tallent make it
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