Goat Talk lyrics

[Verse]
You could play you don't know, but I'm the motherf*ckin' truth
Spittin' real game and I'm clutchin' in the booth
We was both on one, now we f*ckin' in the booth
She looked me in my eye, she said, "n*gga, you the truth"
Baton Rouge, body-body, we don't never call the truce
I'm out the app', b*tches still got the juice
I put money in the hood, Pittsburgh came through
Lil' n*gga turned dealer when the birds came through
I'm the one who motivated, n*ggas ain't have sh*t
Made a fat b*tch feel like a bad b*tch
Sent real game for them n*ggas in the hood
n*gga catch a charge, take your motherf*ckin' lick
Every song that I'm on, it's a hit, b*tch, I'm lit
Hustler of the year, so I hustle with a stick
I got five different hustles and I'm workin' on six
Five b*tches in my bed and they all on me (Disrespect)

Swear to god, I done been on full flex
On death row, throwin' fours in my wreck
Money on my mind, smokin' joes in the rec'
Two whole generations that was raised by heck
I ain't have a rich b*tch, this was made off scratch
Kinfolks sellin' dope in the living room
sh*t, my daddy was a goon, he kept a .357 Magnum
You show your ass, he gon' spit at you
[Chorus]
And I'm a motherf*ckin' GOAT, n*gga
How the f*ck you judge a GOAT, n*gga?
Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
All the people who he saved with no hope, n*gga?
Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
I'm from the land of the lost, n*gga
I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, n*gga
I shoot bars, watch your mouth, n*gga
And I'm a motherf*ckin' GOAT

[Verse]
With a brain like Einstein
Beaucoup chain, beaucoup ring, that's my style
How could you ever not mention me in the top five?
I was the first lil' n*gga around that showin' big time

Do your time, know that, yeah, I did mine
This murder by my b*tch's side, I'ma keep it silent
I barely talk about the coke I done moved, n*gga
But I'm a GOAT sellin' coke, this for my n*gga, I
Locked up, when you see me, I ain't never smile
Drinkin' Boosie juice, n*gga got a n*gga wild
What happened to that last n*gga who got out his spot?
That n*gga got bust up and I ain't apologize
I'm sleepin' on the hill like a Russian
My music is the realest sh*t ever
I could make a song 'bout a b*tch or a betrayin' ass clique
Or a n*gga gettin' chased by the Devil
[Chorus]
And I'm a motherf*ckin' GOAT, n*gga
How the f*ck you judge a GOAT, n*gga?
Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
All the people who he saved with no hope, n*gga?
Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
I'm from the land of the lost, n*gga
I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, n*gga
I shoot bars, watch your mouth, n*gga
And I'm a motherf*ckin' GOAT
(f*ck these n*ggas up)

[Outro]
Been a GOAT since a lil' n*gga
When my dawg ain't had a home and I gave him a couple hoes
When he ain't have clothes, I gave him Hilfiger
n*gga, I'm the GOAT
I ain't sellin' ten meals, but I'm getting ten million people hope
n*gga, I'm the GOAT
Chain lies with this rap sh*t, n*gga, woo
(Boosie-Boosie you a GOAT)