Goat (feat. CKarina Miller)

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Baby, you
You have it all, boo, there's no one better than you
Yes, you
Baby, you
You have it all, boo, for real, you're the best
Yes, it's you
You're the goat, baby
You're the goat, baby

Man, how many times do I have to repeat?
I'm a legend and when it's said by someone who used to be the mirror of youth, man, you have to reflect
Game was down, I turned it around
And besides being at the top of the pyramid, I own it, I'm Nefertiti
Typical rapper? Nah, check my repertoire
Number one for real, like Courtois
And I swear I don't even know anymore
What argument you'll use to not admit I deserve the flowers

Quality level, je ne sais quoi
No survivors as soon as I engage
No one becomes a champion here, they bleed, champion
And I don't mind saying it n times
Putting those niggas to sleep, boy, even on my bad days
Crucial like the rat at the beginning of Endgame
I only get X's and O's because of my pen game
I'm writing history and I'm already on my tenth page
Who would've thought? I turned my idols into my fanbase
So I understand your mad face
The verses don't decline, even after years of backstage
It's like counters in banks

No matter how much I do, I also make sure that the pen stays
Super Mario. Always unafraid to hit the rock, that's how I reached other levels
I body every rapper, I can't waste
My writing is to end niggas, how to lose a guy in 10 days
No one did it like me
I went from apprentice to sensei
Without changing topics, a guy doesn't follow ways
Yeah, the motto is always that. It's priceless
Years in this race, still in the same place
And few don't think I'm sick, it's just mad love
I turn into a God in front of the mic, plaque, and a laptop
Grammatical rule is what I taught these kids, boy
Because after the first letter, they took caps off

Baby, you
You have it all, boo, there's no one better than you. Yes, you
You're the goat to me, baby
You're the goat to me
You're the goat to me, baby
You're the goat to me

Ain't no one like me
The player really cooks, it's not a Gnabry celebration
A country relic
Boy, everything I drop is amazing
Proof that the fruit doesn't always fall close to the tree
Punchlines for days, did you hear what I did in part three?
And counting faces is the only way to not have me in your top three
Here rappers will cry like Magui
And when I say they listen to the wi in Guinea, don't think I mean Conakry
I pull niggas out of bars, go ahead, run free. This isn't for you
Your last letter, crap

No one deserves to hear it like in the Grand Prix
Slick like Drake, and you don't want to be Meek Milling
If you don't even rule at home, your moves are misleading
You don't measure up to me to be sneak-dissing
I'm on another level, paused, like I practice Spinning
This is a King spitting
If you wish me dead and gone, usually it's 3 wishes so keep wishing
Like the attacks in Tunisia, I'm in this bitch killing

You screwed up by messing with my click like I did phishing
Please listen
My sayings come with delicate extracts
I'm dedicated, in my frames, boy, I excel
You dumb down to hit, it's complicated
I don't sell my pen, not even at tables with DiCaprios

Baby, you
You have it all, boo, there's no one better than you
Yes, you
Baby, you
You have it all, boo, for real, you're the best
Yes, it's you
You're the goat, baby
You're the goat, baby