Prelude:
Rest in peace to the Earl the GOAT, Manigault
The best there never was
GPT is, God, Paper, and Teamwork
Praise God, get your paper, and put you team on
I mean, you can’t put your team on until you get your paper right
That’s all I’m trying to do baby. That’s all I’m trying to do

Yea, I’m up early before the sun come out
Neighbors bitching, land lady trippin run her mouth
Live life three times, I wonder what this one about
In prison trying think how to Shawshank and tunnel out
And I wonder if my crews going to see me as a failure
Would you, if I never come through on those dreams that I sell you
For every Michael of the world there’s an Earl
One who never made it, and quick to take it out on his girl
I mean, talent is one thing, what are you meant to be
Been called one of the dopest poets of the century
This a gift that was meant for me, I never asked for it
Most you niggas Harvey Dent to me after the accident
So if I trust you, I love you, if I know then fuck you
Is the simple as one two, as the bullshit we can cut through
No red tape and no dead way, I’m just trying to prosper
That’s lots of us out fighting for spots on the fucking roster
This is real

Prelude:
Excuse me if I’m a little pessimistic
It’s kind of emotional right now
I was always told that
If you’re born with talent and if you cover it with hard work
There’s no way that you lose
I’m not sure if that’s true necessarily, you know
Maybe you’ll just end up as one of those, unsung heroes
I’m just venting though, don’t mind me

Soaking up game from three wise me
Stories of glory in their youth, I wasn’t alive then
Disappointment disguised in the form of content
With the time spent, he wanted to give his family more than the rent
And I think, of every of Joe that had ambition
And hit the street as a solider for a seat on the commission
How many got to be Don? Sunny couldn’t be Vito
Don’t mean Pacino and I say, for every Michael there’s Tito
This is me, ten niggas on the court to play the game
Five made the play, that won, but only one got the fame
Shit, all got hops and endurance, but don’t get to be on TV selling insurance
I always thought this is my destiny, my fate, I could handle the pressure
But it’s stress that’s on my plate, so I ain’t ate in a minute
If I don’t make it, I’m finished
I put my life in these bars
So when I’m gone, tell my story while you stare at the stares

Outro:
And so I guess the question is
Do I go down as the GOAT, or do I go down, like the Goat