"G.O.A.T" lyrics
A3C & Kenny Mason Lyrics
Aye!
In a wonderful world
DEVIN!
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
Hear my mom's with a bong, 'cause she smoke more than me
Even the [?] on my gums, they ain't fresher than me
We don't want none of your songs, you too extra for me
Sound like you be flexed up to me
Kinda like a wrestler to me
I wreck a record in record timing
That 'tec on me, check your comments
They check for me, yet they silent
I'm yet to be silenced
I'm piling checks, to my chest I check 'em
If it's not correct, I'm wildin'
If it's not perfected, I did...
Not drop it
I'm with the extra for economics
I'm excellent at it
I'm [?], you see how it's panning?
Them folks ain't dripping this hard
Dripping this hard, hell nah
They ain't giving it all
I'm giving my heart, hell yeah, I
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
A1Devin got this beat going stupid
These bitches ate it up and they ain't even chew it
I put my ad-lib on it like, [?]
And then I piped that bitch up, like the sewage
[?]
Hot wing sauce on deck
[?]
Riding round town with the jet
Running up a check
Nigga drop gems, no stretch
Nigga drop gems, no sweat, ayy
All my love with the 9
All of us one of a kind
All my brothers know I got they back
And I'm finna put the city on mine
Money don't measure to what you lack
You ain't got a heart like that, yeah
Only cut records, I don't cut no slack
Nigga, I don't front no cap, yuh
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
In a wonderful world
DEVIN!
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
Hear my mom's with a bong, 'cause she smoke more than me
Even the [?] on my gums, they ain't fresher than me
We don't want none of your songs, you too extra for me
Sound like you be flexed up to me
Kinda like a wrestler to me
I wreck a record in record timing
That 'tec on me, check your comments
They check for me, yet they silent
I'm yet to be silenced
I'm piling checks, to my chest I check 'em
If it's not correct, I'm wildin'
If it's not perfected, I did...
Not drop it
I'm with the extra for economics
I'm excellent at it
I'm [?], you see how it's panning?
Them folks ain't dripping this hard
Dripping this hard, hell nah
They ain't giving it all
I'm giving my heart, hell yeah, I
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
A1Devin got this beat going stupid
These bitches ate it up and they ain't even chew it
I put my ad-lib on it like, [?]
And then I piped that bitch up, like the sewage
[?]
Hot wing sauce on deck
[?]
Riding round town with the jet
Running up a check
Nigga drop gems, no stretch
Nigga drop gems, no sweat, ayy
All my love with the 9
All of us one of a kind
All my brothers know I got they back
And I'm finna put the city on mine
Money don't measure to what you lack
You ain't got a heart like that, yeah
Only cut records, I don't cut no slack
Nigga, I don't front no cap, yuh
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause I got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
Writer(s): Kenny Mason, Devin Deshawn Davidson
