Izzy-Meeks - THE WAR ROOM

Yeah
The goat meeks god
Selling James brown Papa got a new bag (oww)
Draco next to the Versace duffle bag
Neck froze with the ice playing freeze tag
I buy whatever when i'm shopping fuck a price tag (bling)
I could never overlook a red flag (hell nah)
These niggaz try to spin you like a Maytag
Been fly so long i give em jet lag (whoa)
if she my bitch she got designer handbags (yeeyeah)
Told these niggaz that been the goat yeah (yeah)
Ride around with the toast yeah (yeah)
Lines straight to the brain like coke yeah
The tea leave read you a snitch yea yea yea (bitch)
They took your chain for free you a bitch yea yea yea (bitch)
Shine jewelry Double Vs yea yea yea (bling)
Dropped a bag on sneaks take a peak yea yea yea (yeeyeah)
Big stepper (big)
Cooking up the chicken cayenne pepper
Her head moving on my dick like a wood pecker
Shade on with a stick like Hellen Keller
Niggaz try to test me like scantron (scan)
Fill his ass with lead like a scantron (rah)
Gang full of scammers call us Enron
Got the building full of gas like Exxon
Wooo yeah
Got my ice on my bezel on my mama I froze my Shìt
Got my exs all on twitter talking crazy fuck that bitch
Got a pocket full of paper on my mama I'ma blow that shit
Got a 30 in my jacket on my mama I'll blow this bitch
Had a pocket full of stones pimping C selling blow and shit
Riding Benz at 16 that green van it totaled my shit
I been in my bag for years on my momma ima talk my shit bitch
Fuck outta here
Let me slow it down for you bitch ass niggaz (slow it down for them)
Unh (tell em who you is)
Yeah
Meeks god the goat
Unh Unh yeah
I been off the porch a quarter century (yeah)
Running in the field Derrick Henry
Pocket full of steel just perish any enemies (rah)
Playing offense with mahomes Eric Bieniemy (get it)
Mixing soft with the soda that's good synergy (yeah)
Chiropractic shit I was selling crack
Any nigga at the table with me man i had they back
Aaron Donald nigga got rich off of them quarter sacks
And he read well eyeball fuck a scale
Making plays with the sea weed and fish scale
Street merchant I can't even give you niggaz all the details nah
Bitch
You niggaz gone pay for all this shit
Y'all gone realize I'm the goat
Bitch

Written by:
I. MEEKS

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