[Intro]

You should be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone

clown



[Verse 1]

That was cool now let's get back to that block shit

Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this)

I'm leanin back in the cockpit

I drop big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit)

I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it

Fuckin' with me is toxic

Go prop on niggas love songs and rock shit

Show these motherfuckers how to spit they ain't about shit (This is it)

I'm so ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming

Ya'll see I got your man running

LL the boss, like luke wit the force

My techniques ugly, dirty like rugby

Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me

All rappers are under not one of them above me 

I rip shit, I blow the whole house down

On your big mouth clown

You don't wanna fuck around



[Chorus]

Mic check

You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.

Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot shit)

You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.

Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat nigga

You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.

Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That shit)

You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.

Go 'head do your two step while I let these niggas know



[Verse 2]

(You better back down)

Listen good with both ears

Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs

How can they forget a nigga like me I'm so rare

You niggas had a pretty good run I don't care(So far)

So far ahead that I'm countin in light years

That mean lightning strikes longer than your career

I'm so arrogant motherfuckers you like that, yeah

In your Club making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)

Muff boys like Kobe at the Ruckers

Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers

You way to lame, I showed you game

Just in case Ya'll forgot my name

I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest lately

Ripping motherfuckers since Cut-Creater tried to break beat

Farmers Blvd's is up in this bitch

And I help Russell hustle you could go ask Rick



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[Verse 3]

The, the, the, the

(Monster) is back

They probably put a hit on me for murdering the track

They tried to shit on me they thought I wasn't coming back

They sealed the jar 'n then they threw me in the back

Career means circles I came (back like) crrraaaackkkk

I floated to the top, fully loaded on cock

'Cause the way ya motherfuckers his hot oven this hot he don't stop

These niggas wanna sell you the hype but don't cop

I'll give you the pure shot, I'm the L

Motherfuckin' L forever

What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever

For the last 10 years I so I loved 'em better

But I'm back you niggas get your shit together nigga

I (Play hard)

I goes in for real

The odds 'r always wit me win I spin the wheel

And you could've rocked wit me but your not real

So when I polish off the plaque I'll let you know how it feels



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