G.O.A.T
Aye!
In a wonderful world
DEVIN!
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause i got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
Hear my mom's with a bong, 'cause she smoke more than me
Even the gump on my gums, they ain't fresher than me
We don't want none of your songs, you too extra for me
Sound like you be flexed up to me
Kinda like a wrestler to me
I wreck a record in record timing
That 'tec on me, check your comments
They check for me, yet they silent
I'm yet to be silenced
I'm piling checks, to my chest I check 'em
If it's not correct, I'm wildin'
If it's not perfected, I did
Not drop it
I'm with the extra for economics
I'm excellent at it
I'm at it, you see how it's panning?
Them folks ain't dripping this hard
Dripping this hard, hell nah
They ain't giving it all
I'm giving my heart, hell yeah, I
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
A1Devin got this beat going stupid
These bitches ate it up and they ain't even chew it
I put my ad-lib on it like, you
And then I piped that bitch up, like the sewage
Hot wing sauce on deck
Riding round town with the jet
Running up a check
Nigga drop gems, no stretch
Nigga drop gems, no sweat, ayy
All my love with the 9
All of us one of a kind
All my brothers know I got they back
And I'm finna put the city on mine
Money don't measure to what you lack
You ain't got a heart like that, yeah
Only cut records, I don't cut no slack
Nigga, I don't front no cap, yuh
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
In a wonderful world
DEVIN!
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause i got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
Hear my mom's with a bong, 'cause she smoke more than me
Even the gump on my gums, they ain't fresher than me
We don't want none of your songs, you too extra for me
Sound like you be flexed up to me
Kinda like a wrestler to me
I wreck a record in record timing
That 'tec on me, check your comments
They check for me, yet they silent
I'm yet to be silenced
I'm piling checks, to my chest I check 'em
If it's not correct, I'm wildin'
If it's not perfected, I did
Not drop it
I'm with the extra for economics
I'm excellent at it
I'm at it, you see how it's panning?
Them folks ain't dripping this hard
Dripping this hard, hell nah
They ain't giving it all
I'm giving my heart, hell yeah, I
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
A1Devin got this beat going stupid
These bitches ate it up and they ain't even chew it
I put my ad-lib on it like, you
And then I piped that bitch up, like the sewage
Hot wing sauce on deck
Riding round town with the jet
Running up a check
Nigga drop gems, no stretch
Nigga drop gems, no sweat, ayy
All my love with the 9
All of us one of a kind
All my brothers know I got they back
And I'm finna put the city on mine
Money don't measure to what you lack
You ain't got a heart like that, yeah
Only cut records, I don't cut no slack
Nigga, I don't front no cap, yuh
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Mason, Devin Deshawn Davidson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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