The Goat Freestyle, Pt. 1

In the city where the killas are surrounding
I wasn't born here but I represent it proudly
Used to wonder why everybody doubt me
Things started making sense once I took a look around me
All I see is rattlesnakes, true goats, never really have to say it
I know they ain't ready yet for that debate
I would try to love if there wasn't so much that I had to hate
These rappers bout as fake as probably half their plays
Rappers drop a diss on me that's just a normal Saturday
I would get revenge but I don't like the aftertaste
So I just know my aim and I let the game calibrate
(Yeah) Patty cake, patty cake
I get dough I'ma bake a man
I get Mo I'ma take a stance
At the show will I take your fans
I don't know but I'll take the chance
Not another big day I fuck the game up when I penetrate
I'm a top dog, top dollar is where I've been appraised
To keep it simple like a Minute Maid Lemonade
with the way I innovate, motherfuckers been amazed (ooh)
(Woah, woah) Wait a minute (woo) hit the brake
(Woah, woah) We ain't even on the same interstate
Do you have a drive that's gonna put you with the greats?
With the Kendricks, With the Coles, With the Drakes
Don't you look at me, I'm a Simon type of hater
Cause coming from me the answer's gonna be a no
I treat a blunt like a player, only hit it twice, then I gotta go
Don't wun be too late to the show
When I bump my sh- like a cracked out hoe
With the bass so loud you can feel it in your bones
When I blow the house down I'm the big bad wolf
In a game full of cap, stop saying you a goat
In a game full of bums, y'all don't even have goals
You wouldn't even match me at my all-time low
When I used to push snow, yeah
Thank God I wasn't caught I played it smart and never talked nice
Like where you from? Who you know? You ain't an opp, right
I'd say hurry up, man, I don't got all night
And motherfuckers still have me looking at my watch like
Man I got a schedule, my time about as pricey as the bezel
Gotta take a step back when I'm really feeling special
Cause every artist out there think no rapper on their level
And the game is all disheveled cause I can name several
Huh, that's peculiar, that's what I'm saying
You are not making maneuvers, you losers
You say you got shooters, I don't see no shooters
Bro, if you drunk I can call you an Uber
Take your ass home, bitch, I go hard
Out of stock dealer, he ain't got no bars
We can all see it, don't need to be smart
He gonna hit me cause he can't hit a chart ooouuu
To go with my gut it ain't hard to do
That's cause I think with my heart, fool
There ain't no need for no part two
We all know the rules like it's barstool

You couldn't win this competition
If you were the only person in it
In a million years
Ha-ha-ha-ha



Credits
Writer(s): Nathanyel Mead
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