[Intro]
Yeah
Y'all know who it is, man
I don't need no introduction
Y'all ain't on my level
I'm the GOAT

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm back on my grind
Had to find some motivation this time
Yeah, my competition is on decline
Yeah, I made the music scene, and it's mine
Put some respect on my name, show some appreciation
Haters be hatin', they think I'm the villian
But they in they feelins
My real estate appreciation was great though, was damn near a million
I'm laughin' my way to Paleto bank
Southside is the same old same
They runnin' they mouth like a faucet
Hundred thousand dollars just in watches
Now I'm flossin', make you nauseous
Eyes on me, like a watchlist
When I drop a bag, I don't read the tag
It don't matter how much that shit costin'
These rat bitches can't handle me
Ridin' around in AMGs
That's right, yeah, you know it's paid in cash
Think I got payments, don't make me laugh
My net worth on my neck hurt
Who-Chang rappers network
If they didn't, their views would diminish
'Cause without 'em, their music wouldn't get heard
Most of their music is straight trash
I'm not hatin', I'm just statin' the facts
I'm not gonna give 'em pats on the back
Shit, if I'm printin' they tracks, they payin' a tax
It's like these kids got an inheritance
These entitled artists are an embarrassment
There's no comparison
All these Who-Chang artists thinkin' they better than me is nothin' but straight arrogance
[Chorus]
I am the GOAT (Yeah)
I'm in my zone
(Quit) eyein' my throne
I am a king (Yeah)
Send me the ping (And)
I'll let it ring

I am the GOAT (Yeah)
Don't want the smoke
(Quit) eyein' my throne
I did this all (On)
All on my own
('Cause) I am the GOAT

[Verse 2]
Yung Fierro, you best run an audible
Your music is really inaudible
I couldn't diss you even if I broke the rules and I went and used meta
You cheatin', un-achievin', clout chasin', fuckin' heathen
Don't understand what you speakin'
When you rap on tracks, need to breath in'
Bitch
I don't care if you succeed or not
Keep runnin' your mouth, and you'll see this Glock
Rob my house, and I see you
Then you gonna go back to the ICU
Look at my body at work, hit after hit
And I didn't suck any dicks
All of your songs are a miss, including that diss
You wish you could write like me, bitch
I'm hearin' there's trouble in paradise
If I had to join Who-Chang, I'd roll the dice
And if I didn't die, then I'd roll them twice
'Cause I'd hate my life
Shit, I'd roll them thrice
Hey, Mr. K
All your best artists at Who-Chang don't wanna stay
Eventually, they all go astray
I told you so, man, what can I say?
I got dissed by Who-Chang, what, six times?
But I can't recall more than two lines
All of your views combined
Pathetically, couldn't even fuckin' reach half of mine
[Chorus]
'Cause I am the GOAT (Yeah)
I'm in my zone
(Quit) eyein' my throne
I am a king (Yeah)
Send me the ping (And)
I'll let it ring

I am the GOAT (Yeah)
Don't want the smoke
(Quit) eyein' my throne
I did this all (On)
All on my own
('Cause) I am the GOAT

[Outro]
Creampie Creations
You can discredit me on the streets
But the music game, you can't deny it
I'm the GOAT