J.R. Writer – GOAT Lyrics


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[Verse 1 - J.R. Writer]
I'm the greatest of all timeNigga, ask around -- I've been great for a long time
On grind, I be amazing, I'm off mines
You ain't gotta pass the crown, I'm taking what's all mines
Who don't shine? My wristwatch make the chicks hotA lil' head in the car -- that's a whip-wopThen tell her kick rocks, thinking she gon' get guap
Ain't got enough for the train, I tell the bitch, hop
This is real hip-hop, what the kid drop
You couldn't slow the dog down at a pit stop
I play like 'Melo, but I keep a big shotShoot you while you pushing your work -- that's a sling shotI'm already king, I've chin-checked the ring
You waiting on the right pitch, you don't never swing
Mask, black gloves, all-black everything
Black Mag, black snub, floormat, everything
You'll respect me then, would you, shouldn't you
I'm sick of you niggas talking on what you wouldn't do
I mean, look at you -- I make it hard to look at you
Come through and shake the whole block down -- I'm shook of who?I'm live-er than that, hotter than that
I leave the whole strip red, no Prada to match
I body a track, bottle the crack
These niggas act like I woke up and forgot how to rap
I'm back

[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
Hi haters; I keep getting high, haters
I'm grown, no chaser, I'm high as a skyscraper
Homes, you at home with your mom -- I own acres
I own so much land, man, I'm my own neighbor

You a beggar; you need a loan, a favor
I get cash, you just mad, you got the vaporsA lot of niggas wish they was Cas, but can't be me
My diamonds probably make you go blind, you can't see me
Cause my diamonds shining like the finger on E.T
You on a bus, I'm in a truck with three TV's
I dropped three CD's, but I'm just getting startedMy new album coming out -- it's 'bout to get retardedShit! Pardon my French, motherfuckerBut I'm hustling, got it jumping like Vince, motherfuckerYeah, the boy in the zone
About to show his ass like the artist formerly known as Prince, motherfucker
And I'm about to convince motherfuckers
That I got more bars than AT&T and them Sprint motherfuckers

Go ahead with that nonsense, motherfucker
Cause you said you make it rain but can't even make it rinse, motherfucker

You never fought a homicide or attempts, motherfuckerYou jokes could get smoked like incense, motherfucker
Gee I'm hung, but I ain't get lynched, motherfucker
That's why I walk with a limp, motherfucker
I'm a pimp, motherfucker

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