Ca**idy - GOAT lyrics

[Verse 1 - J.R. Writer] I'm the greatest of all time n***a, ask around -- I've been great for a long time On grind, I be amazing, I'm off mines You ain't gotta pa** 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 b**h, 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 n***as 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 n***as act like I woke up and forgot how to rap I'm back [Verse 2 - Ca**idy] 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 n***as 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 sh**! Pardon my French, motherf**er But I'm hustling, got it jumping like Vince, motherf**er Yeah, the boy in the zone About to show his a** like the artist formerly known as Prince, motherf**er And I'm about to convince motherf**ers That I got more bars than AT&T and them Sprint motherf**ers Go ahead with that nonsense, motherf**er Cause you said you make it rain but can't even make it rinse, motherf**er You never fought a homicide or attempts, motherf**er You jokes could get smoked like incense, motherf**er Gee I'm hung, but I ain't get lynched, motherf**er That's why I walk with a limp, motherf**er I'm a pimp, motherf**er