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Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
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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, "Nigga, 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' nigga turned dealer when the birds came through I'm the one who motivated, niggas ain't have shit Made a fat bitch feel like a bad bitch Sent real game for them niggas in the hood Nigga 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 And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, nigga How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga? Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got? All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga? Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost I'm from the land of the lost, nigga I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT 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' nigga 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, nigga But I'm a GOAT sellin' coke, this for my nigga, I Locked up, when you see me, I ain't never smile Drinkin' Boosie juice, nigga got a nigga wild What happened to that last nigga who got out his spot? That nigga 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 nigga gettin' chased by the Devil And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, nigga How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga? Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got? All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga? Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost I'm from the land of the lost, nigga I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT (Fuck these niggas up) Been a GOAT since a lil' nigga 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 Nigga, I'm the GOAT I ain't sellin' ten meals, but I'm getting ten million people hope Nigga, I'm the GOAT Chain lies with this rap shit, nigga, woo (Boosie-Boosie you a GOAT)
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