MoeMoney - G.O.A.T.E.D (Intro)

Uh, Uh
Bitch I'm GOATED
Getting over all trials everyday
Feel like Michael Jordan, Kobe, Sammy Sosa to the pain
Every obstacle that seemed impossible I overcame
Weight of the world all on my shoulders and I wore it like a chain
I'm a king in my city
A god in my state
Front and center in New York and bitch I'm guarding my state
From the frauds and the snakes
Can't let them consume us
The labels want me dumb it down to sell it to consumers
But I won't take a dollar from them losers
They want me in the grave cuz I got it from the tomb up
Pockets swelling like a tumor
Condom on it's fuck a rumor
That boy said he was gone ride
When that check engine light came on he switched his tune up
I'm piranha to the tuna
Only party with the shooters
Try to rob me I'm a boom em
That ain't your dog until you groom em
Only trust these niggas far as you throw, unless you a quarterback
If she ain't trying to fuck on the first link, don't call her back
From now on if I give you a loan I need every quarter back
And if you plan on running off make sure your mom & daughter strapped
Through with being that nice guy cuz I'm sick of eating that rice fried
Out the white tray with the staples on it, the chicken wings be bite sized
I need big meals, I'm a big deal, word to Tommy Pickles
Tired of laying on that rug next to rats in the trap bagging dimes & nickels
Big meals, I'm a big deal, word to Tommy Pickles
Tired of laying on that rug next to rats in the trap bagging
It's so much more to be said
And this is just the beginning
I'm off the Jenny with Craig
Code word my patience is thinning
Friday nights with the smokey cuz I ain't fighting no deebo
Play tough in front of lil Debbie, I'll stick a knife through your ego
I know that life is a gamble, but I don't like the casino
I'm rolling dice with the reaper, and he just keep getting ceelo
Every time I turn around one of my loved ones in the pavement
God is you still on your job or did you take a lil vacation
From these trenches we was raised in, for real
Probably cuz I'm up chasing my dreams
Or every time I close my eyes shit ain't what it seems
I'm 12 round swinging fighting demons in that ring
Quiet down, while I let these scriptures scream
The Hood Bible nigga

Written by:
Moses Santana

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