Yeah
Y'all know who it is, man
I don't need no introduction
Y'all ain't on my level
I'm the GOAT
Yeah, I'm back on my grind
Had to find some motivation this time
Yeah, my competition is on decline
Yeah, I made the music scene and it's mine
Put some respect on my name, show some appreciation
Haters be hatin', they think I'm the villain
But they in their feelin's
My real estate appreciation was great though, was damn near a million
I'm laughing on my way to Paleto Bank
South Side is the same old same
They running they mouth like a faucet
Hundred thousand dollars just in watches
Now I'm flossing, make you nauseous
Eyes on me like a watch list
When I drop a bag, I don't read the tag
It don't matter how much that shit costin'
These rat bitches can't hand wit me
Ridin' around in AMGs
That's right yeah, you know it's paid in cash
You think I got payments, don't make me laugh
My networth on my neck hurt
Who-Chang rappers network
If they didn't, their views would diminish
Cuz without 'em, their music wouldn't get heard
Most of their music is straight trash
I'm not hatin', I'm just statin' the fax
I'm not gonna give 'em pats on the back
Shit, if I'm printin' they tracks, they payin' a tax
It's like these kids got an inheritance
These entitled artists are an embarrassment
There's no comparison
All these Who-Chang artists thinkin' they better than me
Is nothing but straight arrogance
I am the GOAT, yeah, I'm in my zone
Quit eyeing my throne
I am a king, yeah, send me the ping
And I'll let it ring
I am the GOAT, yeah, don't want this smoke
Quit eyeing my throne
I did this all on, all on my own
Cuz, I am the GOAT
Yung Fierro, you best run an audible
You music is really inaudible
I couldn't diss you, even if I broke the rules and I went and used meta
You cheatin', un-achievin', clout chasing fuckin' heathen
Don't understand what you speakin'
When you rap on tracks, need to breath in, bitch
I don't care if you succeed or not
Keep runnin' your mouth and you'll see this Glock
Rob my house and I see you
Then you gonna go back to the ICU
Look at my body of work
Hit after hit
And I didn't suck any dicks
All of your songs are a miss
Including that diss
You wish you could write like me, bitch
I'm hearing there's trouble in paradise
If I had to join Who-Chang, I'd roll the dice
And if I didn't die, then I'd roll them twice
Cuz I'd hate my life, shit I'd roll them trice
Hey Mr. K, all your best artists at Who-Chang don't wanna stay
Eventually they all go astray, I told you so man, what can I say?
I got dissed by Who-Chang, what? Six times
But I can't recall more than two lines
All of your views combined
Pathetically, couldn't even fuckin' reach half of mine, cuz
I am the GOAT, yeah, I'm in my zone
Quit eyeing my throne
I am a king, yeah, send me the ping
And I'll let it ring
I am the GOAT, yeah, don't want this smoke
Quit eyeing my throne
I did this all on, all on my own
Cuz, I am the GOAT
Creampie Creations
You can discredit me on the streets
But the music game you can't deny it
I'm the GOAT