Lyrics:
all I know is that this music here don saved me
All them troubles I overcame this here don made me
So I'm the GOAT
I'm the GOAT
I'm the GOAT
Raised in
still doing numbers
They sayin I'm trouble
How if lately a nigga been nothing but humble
I come from the jungle
They ask how I get it I tell em get get
tripping bout a bitch worried about dividends...
I got bills, I'ma man gotta get it in...
This a bachelor pad if ya bitch walk in...
Horse dick her down
kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, nah
Kikkomxn, get a kick out of this
Got a flavor so tasty, oh my goodness (Nisa Longga, let me put it on ya
get up
You gotta get on
You gotta get down girl
You know you
Drive me crazy baby
You've got me
Turning to another man
Called you on the phone
No
Bitch I'm busy, I got work to do
And you ain't even up pussy
Feel like I'm Bobby the way I'm chilling
Feel like Krillin wait, no Goku with pink
Hair like
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
scorchin with spells and top toxin
Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll
Paris
I hope you never pair us Truthfully Im the rarest
Im giving rappers days off make em hang with Ferris
I hope the music pays off cause I got
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
make my music for the thugs in the streets
And all the real men who make sure their kids got some to eat
Yall talking about clothes chasing these pros
Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get
with ya', I'm coming to hit ya'
Forty, he had that Tommy gun
Cause we reside from the fucking slums, get live as we fucking want
Lock him in the trunk
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
don't want my music getting labeled
My VPN running out my connection outa bounds
Don't go on the rollercoaster you smoke on fairgrounds
Ay
You got lots
guiness on a one road business
its a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
wrist is surround by princess cuts
Went from being broke on my ass
Now I stay blowing on gas (Gas)
Didn't think about me in the past (Past)
If ya not
Y'all lookin' good tonight, but some of ya'll thats in the room
I can't front, like you at the bar,
It's hot in this club man so why you got that
100's on my mind why is 100's on my mind
Thinking how Bobby get em buying every time
Is the hype to some to others it something
They can say I got it
but I got my mind playing tricks on me
Putting it in a state of unstableness, making it dangerous homie
I'm attracting only trouble, so that ain’t good
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
That's the sound of the man workin' on dat rhydum'
And we ain't gonna stop until yal workin' wid 'em
No time for standing for poses
Got to be movin' like
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