Rob Tré - Goat Lyrics

Bitch I'm the GOAT
I done been nothing but cold
Rolling and bumping that slow
30 my life how I'm stuck to my muf*ckin code
Conjured the ultimate road
I got demons that lurk round my person in search of my soul
Can't give away my control
Funny the money you make ain't making you whole
Shit just might make you some more
Difference 'tween catching a wave and then staying afloat
And making them anchor they boast
Tide tend to change when you make it to shore
Still made a wave on my coast
My new bit do the most but she feeding my ego
Doja rolling tryna cheif with my people
Cartier frames got me seeing no evil
My bitch push the whip my whole Teamo Supremo
Top of my heat I must think I'm Pacino
Life been a movie I pen out the prequel
Still roll sativa been running on diesel
Better than empty I'll sleep when I'm...
Leave it to me though
Girl got my name in her phone as el gordo con verga rodrigo.
Bro told me don't be no hero
Told him like mijo it's me though a man of the people
High on the flight
Hope I aint driving tonight
Can't let my time pass me by
Pray that my timing is right
Come get yo ticket you missing the ride of your life
Really though, why would I lie?
Shit is so effortless why would I try?
Dressed fresh to the death but yo why would I die?
This is my party but why would I...
Bitch I'm the GOAT
I done been nothing but cold
Rollin and bumpin that slow
30 to life how I'm stuck to my muf*ckin code
Conjured the ultimate road
I got demons that lurk round my person in search of my soul
Can't give away my control
Funny the money you making ain't making you whole
Shit just might make you some more
Still with the shits
Gave her a couple of hits
RIP the shit was lit
William Regal with the whip
I pull my drop out and hop out to pop off some shit
I won't stop talking my shit
Graveyarding, all of my shifts in the crypt
I made a plate outta ways I could sauce for my people
Shame them niggas gave me salt but I'm seasoned
Throwed in the game like Garoppolo
Had to punch in the contra code
For Bamba mode
Watch a young nigga guard the post
The paint game Michaelangelo
Said its all the stroke
My fade game got my barber broke
Face gang I want all the smoke
The late game when it fall the most
Niggas claimed it was a cloud of smoke
The wave came they was all afloat
High on the flight
Hope I aint driving tonight
Can't let my time pass me by
Pray that my timing is right
Come get yo ticket you missing the ride of your life
Really though, why would I lie
Shit is so effortless why would I try?
Dressed fresh to the death but yo why would I die?
This is my party but why would I...
Bitch I'm the GOAT
I done been nothing but cold
Rollin and bumpin that slow
30 my life how I'm stuck to my muf*ckin code
Conjured myultimate road
I got demons that lurk round my person in search of my soul
Can't give away my control
Funny the money you make it ain't making you whole
Shit just might make you some more
I'm still high on the flight
Hope I aint driving tonight
Can't let my time pass me by
Pray that your timing is right
Come get yo ticket you missing the ride of your life
Really though, why would I lie?
This is my party yo why would I...
This is my party bro...