J.R. Writer - GOAT lyrics

rate me

I'm the greatest of all time

Nigga, ask around -- I've been great for a long time

On grind, I be amazing, I'm off mines

You ain't gotta pass the crown, I'm taking what's all mines

Who don't shine? My wristwatch make the chicks hot

A lil' head in the car -- that's a whip-wop

Then tell her kick rocks, thinking she gon' get guap

Ain't got enough for the train, I tell the bitch, hop

This is real hip-hop, what the kid drop

You couldn't slow the dog down at a pit stop

I play like 'Melo, but I keep a big shot

Shoot you while you pushing your work -- that's a sling shot

I'm already king, I've chin-checked the ring

You waiting on the right pitch, you don't never swing

Mask, black gloves, all-black everything

Black Mag, black snub, floormat, everything

You'll respect me then, would you, shouldn't you

I'm sick of you niggas talking on what you wouldn't do

I mean, look at you -- I make it hard to look at you

Come through and shake the whole block down -- I'm shook of who?

I'm live-er than that, hotter than that

I leave the whole strip red, no Prada to match

I body a track, bottle the crack

These niggas act like I woke up and forgot how to rap

I'm back

[Verse 2 - Cassidy]

Hi haters; I keep getting high, haters

I'm grown, no chaser, I'm high as a skyscraper

Homes, you at home with your mom -- I own acres

I own so much land, man, I'm my own neighbor

You a beggar; you need a loan, a favor

I get cash, you just mad, you got the vapors

A lot of niggas wish they was Cas, but can't be me

My diamonds probably make you go blind, you can't see me

Cause my diamonds shining like the finger on E.T

You on a bus, I'm in a truck with three TV's

I dropped three CD's, but I'm just getting started

My new album coming out -- it's 'bout to get retarded

Shit! Pardon my French, motherfucker

But I'm hustling, got it jumping like Vince, motherfucker

Yeah, the boy in the zone

About to show his ass like the artist formerly known as Prince, motherfucker

And I'm about to convince motherfuckers

That I got more bars than AT&T and them Sprint motherfuckers

Go ahead with that nonsense, motherfucker

Cause you said you make it rain but can't even make it rinse, motherfucker

You never fought a homicide or attempts, motherfucker

You jokes could get smoked like incense, motherfucker

Gee I'm hung, but I ain't get lynched, motherfucker

That's why I walk with a limp, motherfucker

I'm a pimp, motherfucker