YOUNG GOAT

I'm gonna make it out the trenches
I was racing with my niggas
And my name got a imprint put my face all in it
He be hating over bitches
I'm out the way I'm chasing chicken
And they claiming I'm the ticket

They be calling me the goat
But the prophecy wrote
Imma get it on my own
I be feeling all alone
I'm from a broken home
I can't tell you how I feel so I put it in these songs
And this shit been getting real so I always keep my chrome
And I heard he got killed from a message on the phone

They want me to change my ways
Superhero I saved the day
Bankroll yeah I made a way
Stacking yeah I paved a way
Hurt so I'm gonna drink a eight
Smoke three grams straight to the face
When I'm chasing pape need a detox
Shooters they don't beatbox
Can't fuck her cause she hot
I ain't never wear reebok
And music is my passion
You hurt me at my saddest
You turnt me into a savage
I'm working when I'm rapping
That switchy it shoot rapid
Turn a ghost into a automatic
Thought I was just rapping when I catch him imma wack him
And I don't wanna be no dad I fuck her with a magnum
And you can't have a standard Glock you gotta get a attachment
I'll slide and hit your top just know I'm not a rapper
Cha Cha they spent his block and put him inna past tense
Fa Fa that switchy blowing fire like a dragon
Thought he was fast enough to get away that's why I'm laughing

They be calling me the goat
But the prophecy wrote
Imma get it on my own
I be feeling all alone
I'm from a broken home
I can't tell you how I feel so I put it in these songs
And this shit been getting real so I always keep my chrome
And I heard he got killed from a message on the phone



Credits
Writer(s): Bankroll Ny, Nyeim Ford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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