G.O.A.T.

Deep down, we all have a need to be great
Ambition
Perserverence
Determination
Sacrifice
Victory
Pressure makes a diamond

I had a dream I saw the mountaintop
By any means, that means I'm not gon' stop
Fuck being popular, I'ma keep it hot
Numero uno, caballero, I'm taking that spot
I can't be worried about the next man
On my Taye Diggs shit, I'm the best man
I feel like Luger, I gotta flex, man
Took time to harness my skill like an X-Man
Destined for greatness
I see the hatred, I see the fake shit
I see the glass ceiling, I know I can break it
Whatever they dish at me, I know I can take it
I'm bigger and better than ever, I survive through whatever
Ain't a storm I can't weather, get it from my ancestors
Now take that shit to the bank, all gas no brakes
G.O.A.T. shit, nigga, call me Shabba 'cause I got rank

I ain't stoppin 'til they callin' me the G.O.A.T
Money to the ceiling, niggas bouta do the most
Any opposition in the way, they're going ghost
On the way up, can't you see us getting close?
I ain't stoppin 'til they callin' me the G.O.A.T
Money to the ceiling, niggas bouta do the most
Any opposition in the way, they're going ghost
On the way up, can't you see us getting close?

Talking 'bout breaking generational curses
Talking 'bout showing my people we ain't worthless
Even when the world feels like we ain't worth it
But our true power is deep beneath the surface
And that's word, yeah I got a lot of nerve
14, promised to be the greatest you ever heard
18, I stepped back to work on my craft
Now I'm 25, all you wack niggas bouta feel the wrath
Something like an anomaly
Whatever happens after this, I'm making no apology
It was once a time you niggas ain't give a damn
Now your girlfriends' running up, asking for my Instagram
I want the smoke like Street Profits
Begging for me to fail? Nigga please stop it
Now I'ma end it like the last, cause ain't no debate
Name an M.J. who ain't great- I'll wait

I ain't stoppin 'til they callin' me the G.O.A.T
Money to the ceiling, niggas bouta do the most
Any opposition in the way, they're going ghost
On the way up, can't you see us getting close?
I ain't stoppin 'til they callin' me the G.O.A.T
Money to the ceiling, niggas bouta do the most
Any opposition in the way, they're going ghost
On the way up, can't you see us getting close?



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Writer(s): Matthew Olden
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