Goat Talk

(album: Goat Talk - 2019)

You could play you don't know, but I'm the motherfucking truth
Spitting real game and I'm clutching in the booth
We was both on one, now we fucking in the booth
She looked me in my eye, she said, "Nigga, you the truth"
Baton Rouge, body-body, we don't never call the truce
I'm out the app', bitches still got the juice
I put money in the hood, Pittsburgh came through
Lil' nigga turned dealer when the birds came through
I'm the one who motivated, niggas ain't have shit
Made a fat bitch feel like a bad bitch
Sent real game for them niggas in the hood
Nigga catch a charge, take your motherfucking lick
Every song that I'm on, it's a hit, bitch, I'm lit
Hustler of the year, so I hustle with a stick
I got five different hustles and I'm working on six
Five bitches in my bed and they all on me (Disrespect)

Swear to god, I done been on full flex
On death row, throwing fours in my wreck
Money on my mind, smoking joes in the rec'
Two whole generations that was raised by heck
I ain't have a rich bitch, this was made off scratch
Kinfolks selling dope in the living room
Shit, my daddy was a goon, he kept a .357 Magnum
You show your ass, he gon' spit at you

And I'm a motherfucking GOAT, nigga
How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga?
Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga?
Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
I'm from the land of the lost, nigga
I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga
I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga
And I'm a motherfucking GOAT

With a brain like Einstein
Beaucoup chain, beaucoup ring, that's my style
How could you ever not mention me in the top five?
I was the first lil' nigga around that showing big time

Do your time, know that, yeah, I did mine
This murder by my bitch's side, I'ma keep it silent
I barely talk about the coke I done moved, nigga
But I'm a GOAT selling coke, this for my nigga, I
Locked up, when you see me, I ain't never smile
Drinking Boosie juice, nigga got a nigga wild
What happened to that last nigga who got out his spot?
That nigga got bust up and I ain't apologize
I'm sleeping on the hill like a Russian
My music is the realest shit ever
I could make a song 'bout a bitch or a betraying ass clique
Or a nigga getting chased by the Devil

And I'm a motherfucking GOAT, nigga
How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga?
Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga?
Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
I'm from the land of the lost, nigga
I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga
I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga
And I'm a motherfucking GOAT
(Fuck these niggas up)

Been a GOAT since a lil' nigga
When my dawg ain't had a home and I gave him a couple hoes
When he ain't have clothes, I gave him Hilfiger
Nigga, I'm the GOAT
I ain't selling ten meals, but I'm getting ten million people hope
Nigga, I'm the GOAT
Chain lies with this rap shit, nigga, woo
(Boosie-Boosie you a GOAT)