GOATED

LookOver a decade of puttin in pain

And it′s only 2 crimes that the cops ever caught me for

If holdin it down was a sport

This some shit I was definitely gettin a trophy for

They rather me rap about times I was blackin out

Just so these niggas could know me more

Eat a dick if you think I'ma snitch on myself for some clout

That ain′t Gon pay the lawyer off

See the difference between me and ya

Is in real life I'm on real timin

Had to kill time for lettin the steel shine

Now it's time to kill, I′m still shinin

Shit don′t excite me you niggas are not nothing like me I came to the terms

At arraignment they screamin out usher cuz I had a sig trynna let it burn

I'm I′m I'm from that era where you can′t scream gang gang

Unless you hit a square for it

Spin a block, nigga half of ya won't spin a bottle

Truth is I was there for it

I trained for this shit in too many ways

Ay a l in the j′s ain't nothin to c

I had a fight on every train there

I'm still on Broadway Junction comfortably

No gang behind me no label to sign me

My energy they cannot match it

Streets fathered me but now the streets dead to me

I made my peace wit becoming a bastard

This a calm walk for a big steppa

If I palm a jawn it′s to get cheddar

I was in the wind wit a wig catcher

Trynna lay a opp on a big stretcher

On God

Bitch, none of this drill shit don′t mean a thang to me

I'm in these streets where you niggas claim it′s beef

I still ain't dead, nigga it′s plain to see

Even when I was gang, I did not bang on beats

Bitch, none of this drill shit don't mean a thang to me

I′m in these streets where you niggas claim it's beef

I still ain't dead, nigga it′s plain to see

Even when I was gang, I did not bang on beats

I was outside way before they was thought of or brought up

My nigga I been in this shit

Opp blocks I was bendin that shit

Peddle bike wit just ten in the clip

Brownsville where any tenant get hit

Then back to bamaz where the henny get sipped

Brownsville where any tenant get hit

Then back to bamaz where the henny get sipped

Austin powers get my groovy on

I still walk the blocks I caught a shootin on

Front row there to get my movie on

Yea I think you pussy nigga prove me wrong

This woo and this cho shit a joke now

Everybody crip or they folk now

But where was ya for Brighton Beach days

When any opp was gettin poked down

They don′t like me but gotta respect me

Did em favors now they think they finessed me

Save her number in my phone as ostrich

One call and that birdie gonna neck me

It's givin whole lotta frontin not enough get back

Niggas on my dick skrap cuz of how my chips stack

I ain′t even want ya hoe, send her back gift wrapped

Mouth on split splatt and you gon kiss that

Nasty nigga, I'm past these niggas

I swear I′m way too many levels ahead

Heard the boy was having crooked thoughts

A shot to the matta gon level his head

Niggas be rats facts free da bro fats

I don't fuck wit polices

The closest I ever get to nine one one

Is eleven inside of the nina

Bitch I′m a demon