G.O.A.T - Kenny Mason, A3C

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)