[Verse]
You could play you don't know, but I'm the motherfuckin' truth
Spittin' real game and I'm clutchin' in the booth
We was both on one, now we fuckin' in the booth
She looked me in my eye, she said, "N***a, you the truth"
Baton Rouge, body-body, we don't never call the truce
I'm out the app', bitches still got the juice
I put money in the hood, Pittsburgh came through
Lil' n***a turned dealer when the birds came through
I'm the one who motivated, n***as ain't have shit
Made a fat bitch feel like a bad bitch
Sent real game for them n***as in the hood
N***a catch a charge, take your motherfuckin' lick
Every song that I'm on, it's a hit, bitch, I'm lit
Hustler of the year, so I hustle with a stick
I got five different hustles and I'm workin' on six
Five bitches in my bed and they all on me (Disrespect)

Swear to god, I done been on full flex
On death row, throwin' fours in my wreck
Money on my mind, smokin' joes in the rec'
Two whole generations that was raised by heck
I ain't have a rich bitch, this was made off scratch
Kinfolks sellin' dope in the living room
Shit, my daddy was a goon, he kept a .357 Magnum
You show your ass, he gon' spit at you
[Chorus]
And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, n***a
How the fuck you judge a GOAT, n***a?
Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
All the people who he saved with no hope, n***a?
Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
I'm from the land of the lost, n***a
I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, n***a
I shoot bars, watch your mouth, n***a
And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT

[Verse]
With a brain like Einstein
Beaucoup chain, beaucoup ring, that's my style
How could you ever not mention me in the top five?
I was the first lil' n***a around that showin' big time

Do your time, know that, yeah, I did mine
This murder by my bitch's side, I'ma keep it silent
I barely talk about the coke I done moved, n***a
But I'm a GOAT sellin' coke, this for my n***a, I
Locked up, when you see me, I ain't never smile
Drinkin' Boosie juice, n***a got a n***a wild
What happened to that last n***a who got out his spot?
That n***a got bust up and I ain't apologize
I'm sleepin' on the hill like a Russian
My music is the realest shit ever
I could make a song 'bout a bitch or a betrayin' ass clique
Or a n***a gettin' chased by the Devil
[Chorus]
And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, n***a
How the fuck you judge a GOAT, n***a?
Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
All the people who he saved with no hope, n***a?
Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
I'm from the land of the lost, n***a
I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, n***a
I shoot bars, watch your mouth, n***a
And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT
(Fuck these n***as up)

[Outro]
Been a GOAT since a lil' n***a
When my dawg ain't had a home and I gave him a couple hoes
When he ain't have clothes, I gave him Hilfiger
N***a, I'm the GOAT
I ain't sellin' ten meals, but I'm getting ten million people hope
N***a, I'm the GOAT
Chain lies with this rap shit, n***a, woo
(Boosie-Boosie you a GOAT)