Fresh out Grace's sippin mimosas
Couldn't wait to jot this down so I can quote this
Living with the sins of the father, just being open
Had to find my distance, it's getting harder to cope with
Dash reporting live from the bricks, we blitzing like Seattle
Rappers tryna spar with the god, but all you niggas cattle
Pitiful, shooting subliminals, don't wanna battle
Slaughter with the content is pivotal, can't be nothing after
Deuce out the roof but I'm riding with two pieces
Flipping through the hood with a goddess, it's our secret
8900 the future, that's what I'm preaching
But it starts with the rise of the G.O.A.T., you all see it
Since the days of MadTV, I been a head case
Hoping I don't play the Wide Receiver to a shell case
Free my nephew Tim hoping it dine with that cell case
Since a YOUNGIN, we been outside like a tailgate
This month make 8 years I been sober
My son is getting older, but love is getting colder
The World is getting colder, it's close to being over
I just want my baby boy to look at me like Hova
But my luck is saying Nah son
Really that's the biggest Pun
Spiral outta pocket, that'll get you spun
Ain't no biggie, fighting for my life, gotta see the Sun Rays and watch my son raise
Even through those pitch black days it'll be okay
The Writings on the Wall, ask my nigga George
Shake this shit up while we young I don't have a choice
Dash the G.O.A.T. - Goodness Gracious Lyrics
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Fresh out Grace's sippin mimosas
Couldn't wait to jot this down so I can quote this
Living with the sins of the father, just being open
Had to find my distance, it's getting harder to cope with
Dash reporting live from the bricks, we blitzing like Seattle
Rappers tryna spar with the god, but all you niggas cattle
Pitiful, shooting subliminals, don't wanna battle
Slaughter with the content is pivotal, can't be nothing after
Deuce out the roof but I'm riding with two pieces
Flipping through the hood with a goddess, it's our secret
8900 the future, that's what I'm preaching
But it starts with the rise of the G.O.A.T., you all see it
Since the days of MadTV, I been a head case
Hoping I don't play the Wide Receiver to a shell case
Free my nephew Tim hoping it dine with that cell case
Since a YOUNGIN, we been outside like a tailgate
This month make 8 years I been sober
My son is getting older, but love is getting colder
The World is getting colder, it's close to being over
I just want my baby boy to look at me like Hova
But my luck is saying Nah son
Really that's the biggest Pun
Spiral outta pocket, that'll get you spun
Ain't no biggie, fighting for my life, gotta see the Sun Rays and watch my son raise
Even through those pitch black days it'll be okay
The Writings on the Wall, ask my nigga George
Shake this shit up while we young I don't have a choice
Couldn't wait to jot this down so I can quote this
Living with the sins of the father, just being open
Had to find my distance, it's getting harder to cope with
Dash reporting live from the bricks, we blitzing like Seattle
Rappers tryna spar with the god, but all you niggas cattle
Pitiful, shooting subliminals, don't wanna battle
Slaughter with the content is pivotal, can't be nothing after
Deuce out the roof but I'm riding with two pieces
Flipping through the hood with a goddess, it's our secret
8900 the future, that's what I'm preaching
But it starts with the rise of the G.O.A.T., you all see it
Since the days of MadTV, I been a head case
Hoping I don't play the Wide Receiver to a shell case
Free my nephew Tim hoping it dine with that cell case
Since a YOUNGIN, we been outside like a tailgate
This month make 8 years I been sober
My son is getting older, but love is getting colder
The World is getting colder, it's close to being over
I just want my baby boy to look at me like Hova
But my luck is saying Nah son
Really that's the biggest Pun
Spiral outta pocket, that'll get you spun
Ain't no biggie, fighting for my life, gotta see the Sun Rays and watch my son raise
Even through those pitch black days it'll be okay
The Writings on the Wall, ask my nigga George
Shake this shit up while we young I don't have a choice
Writer: Demetrick Miller
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