Goat

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Lil TJay

Niggas gon' hate I don' care about it

Niggas gon' hate I don' care about it

Not at all

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest.

Bro say be humble I patiently waited

All of this love and I ain't even made it

I got a plan for them niggas that hated

Run up some bands for bros my I'm 'a make it

They want me gone I can't walk around naked

Even my brother got caught in the 80

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest

Hop in the foreign I'm driftin' all stupid

Niggas be broke like the fuck is you doing

Started off strong but there's room for improvement

I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee I'm booming

Lovin' for me now it's static with Cupid

Bitches in love with the way that I sing

They ain't want TJ before this whole movement

Now they dick ride because I'm doin' my thing

Stay posted up on the block with the gang

Spin through your hood I ain't tuckin' my chain

Bro got a choppa with a whole lotta range

Shit be consistent ain't nun' gon' change

Now that I'm speaking out honestly

I be flexing but I'm still in poverty

Move my mom out the hood do it properly

Give a fuck if you look at me awkwardly

No Monopoly I'm about property

I don't owe niggas shit but respect

Yea one day I was going through stress

Matter a fact I'm just wasting my breath

And now I'm just gonna talk about all these bands

How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can

How I'm so grateful for all of my fans

How I'm so grateful I am who I am

Balmain the sweater

True on the pants

He did it again

Looking forward to a show in Japan

I think Dexter better lay off the xans

Throwin' water on my chain 'cause I can

Applyin' pressure now they shakin' my hand

Niggas ain't gettin' no paper I know

that's the reason they hate that's my gun on my waist

Text Guapo get shot in ya face

N' there ain't no room for debate

I know these niggas gon' hate

But my life is still goin' great

Pop out Givenchy and bape

We from the trenches it's easy to hop over fences

The d's tryna build up a case

Stay with a weapon

it's either a Glock or a Wesson

that bitch shoot you right in your face

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest.

Bro say be humble I patiently waited

All of this love and I ain't even made it

I got a plan for them niggas that hated

Run up some bands for bros my I'm 'a make it

They want me gone I can't walk around naked

Even my brother got caught in the 80

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest

Feel like the greatest I think I'm the goat

Please don't get naked I just want the throat

Outta my burkin'

I feel like it's workin'

yea bitches be birdies ain't even a joke

Feel like a star when I hop in the wraith,

it don't matter the place I ain't tuckin' my chain

Only my brothers ain't fuckin' with lames

I don't care what you tell me ain't nothin' gon' change

Ran up some bands now I'm up like a plane

I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny

I do what ya do I'm 'a stay in my lane

Hop in the booth and I'm spitting that cane

I was a youging that couldn't be tamed

Thinking shit funny like TJay a stain

And I'm 'a get money regardless,

can't a nigga be easy I'm heartless

I'm so young with a whole lotta charges

In the booth I be workin my hardest

Don't try to diss me I swear that shit garbage

It won't be long 'til I walk down the carpet

Got me a ladder I took off the market

Red and green beam I ain't missing my target

Run if you stupid

Run if you stupid

Word to smelly I won't hesi to shoot shit

Told my niggas we gon' ball like I'm hooping

In the streets I'm a fighter Hadoken

Starting winning I got tired of losin'

No a body don't know they accusin'

3 lines got me deady I'm snoozin'

Backed up 'cause I'm seeing or losin'

Bro told me grind

Bro told me grind

All this fake love I don't pay it no mind

Gotta story and it's one of a kind

Independent but I could've got signed

Cooking fire baking soda combined

Do the math I turn 8 in '09

17 and ya boy in his prime

Free bro he got off with a dime

Free verse is you outta ya mind

Only gang do whatever for mine

Running running tryna get me a bag

Running running trying to get to it fast

Niggas talking like they bitches they chatting

Spin the block then we spinning it back

I was in the field cooking a crack

Running the head I ain't cocking it back

G sides jacking static they smacked

Sb put my hood in a map

Gang gang

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest.

Bro say be humble I patiently waited

All of this love and I ain't even made it

I got a plan for them niggas that hated

Run up some bands for bros my I'm 'a make it

They want me gone I can't walk around naked

Even my brother got caught in the 80

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest

No one can stop me I feel like the greatest

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No one can stop me I feel like the greatest