Diaries of a Goat 3
Almost every hour I'm cutting off someone toxic
They're the walking shade room
All they do is fucking gossip
Don't tell me about that girl
And who she fucked so she could cop a
Benz while I'm trying to send my friends to the tropics
These altercations getting complicated
Diaries of a goat with the trophy like I was Walter Payton
If I could find the words Id be writing them down
Just to be like Kyla Pratt make my family proud
Brotherhood is the fellowship
I'm a saint drew a Brees and Modelo sip
Politicking people pulling stings on some cello shit
Talking to that pretty pink kitty up on some hello shit
Yeah now shorty wanna throw jealous fits
Watching business move like ballerinas and its elegant
I don't got the time sipping wine with my pink up
I swear to God you can't tell us shit
If you got a problem hit me up and we can talk about it
We could dead that shit right there
And then put chalk around it
Lost my balance never the Nina
I couldn't walk without it
Surrounded all sides of the story
But truth was never found
And I have walked the loneliest road
And wrote it like Robert frost
I'm poppin' off I'm reloaded
I'm HagenDas I'm the coldest
And sacrifices from single fathers will unnoticed
I won't show my sacrifices
But I'll show them what a goat is
So never just think I'm slacking
My timing goes to my baby
I'm missing half of the chances
When problems comes on the daily
Keeping it levelheaded from going off the deep end
Like Michael Phelps in Olympics
Or Conor McGregor drinking
Pouring Jose on a Monday
All the way up through the weekend
My homey said there's no way out
What was he thinking
It's a billion chances the devil dances with all of them
Call upon the ones you call your friends
And see if dollars come
Yeah warm heart but my shoulder cold
Judas of the group is always bottom of the totem pole
I will keep it real then later all I say I told you so
I'm just evolving Like Charles Darwin in Galapagos
The game's cold wipe face like a snotty nose
Since Way back when Lil Wayne was yelling Holly Grove
Pray I'll make it home safe like it's a holiday
But if this pistol gets to clickin'
Then I'll probably won't
You mad when I'm up
Glad when I'm down
Doesn't matter I move forward no standing around
Searching inspiration that's closer to my location
But the way they hold the mic its like its amateur hour
And if I sat down for some time
Would you wait for me
We don't have a time machine at hand
We got to wait and see
It's Like the Major Leagues how this papers free
Yeah
Diaries of a goat Three
They're the walking shade room
All they do is fucking gossip
Don't tell me about that girl
And who she fucked so she could cop a
Benz while I'm trying to send my friends to the tropics
These altercations getting complicated
Diaries of a goat with the trophy like I was Walter Payton
If I could find the words Id be writing them down
Just to be like Kyla Pratt make my family proud
Brotherhood is the fellowship
I'm a saint drew a Brees and Modelo sip
Politicking people pulling stings on some cello shit
Talking to that pretty pink kitty up on some hello shit
Yeah now shorty wanna throw jealous fits
Watching business move like ballerinas and its elegant
I don't got the time sipping wine with my pink up
I swear to God you can't tell us shit
If you got a problem hit me up and we can talk about it
We could dead that shit right there
And then put chalk around it
Lost my balance never the Nina
I couldn't walk without it
Surrounded all sides of the story
But truth was never found
And I have walked the loneliest road
And wrote it like Robert frost
I'm poppin' off I'm reloaded
I'm HagenDas I'm the coldest
And sacrifices from single fathers will unnoticed
I won't show my sacrifices
But I'll show them what a goat is
So never just think I'm slacking
My timing goes to my baby
I'm missing half of the chances
When problems comes on the daily
Keeping it levelheaded from going off the deep end
Like Michael Phelps in Olympics
Or Conor McGregor drinking
Pouring Jose on a Monday
All the way up through the weekend
My homey said there's no way out
What was he thinking
It's a billion chances the devil dances with all of them
Call upon the ones you call your friends
And see if dollars come
Yeah warm heart but my shoulder cold
Judas of the group is always bottom of the totem pole
I will keep it real then later all I say I told you so
I'm just evolving Like Charles Darwin in Galapagos
The game's cold wipe face like a snotty nose
Since Way back when Lil Wayne was yelling Holly Grove
Pray I'll make it home safe like it's a holiday
But if this pistol gets to clickin'
Then I'll probably won't
You mad when I'm up
Glad when I'm down
Doesn't matter I move forward no standing around
Searching inspiration that's closer to my location
But the way they hold the mic its like its amateur hour
And if I sat down for some time
Would you wait for me
We don't have a time machine at hand
We got to wait and see
It's Like the Major Leagues how this papers free
Yeah
Diaries of a goat Three
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