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Goal Post
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Past 7 Days
Goal Post was discovered most frequently at around 30 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
I throw back two of them thangs and a four of Tris and get in that mode
I'm rejuvenated
I ain't never gon' change on my ratchet shit, I love them stupid hoes
West Memphis
Just because yo' partna told, don't try to move the goal post (Haha)
You might get you a buzz if you try to steal BD' flow (Sho' is)
I ain't gotta buy no fucking jewelry, I'm still gon' get her out her clothes (Shit easy)
Nisha Thomas ain't have no ass in school, now she done glowed (Dropout)
You ever seen a dead body sitting in yo' living room?
Mind yo' business, just walk past it
I was baffled
Next morning, had to go to school, brush it off my shoulders
Act normal like nothing happened (Confusion)
[Verse 1]
I took my lick on the chin, ain't complain one time 'cause I was born a savage
His tolerance small as fuck, it take a line a half to get him high
That's why we can't manage you
You a rookie
I done called the blitz off, spared 'em, told gang it's a no-go
He paid me
I'm tryna get invited to the million-dollar mission, till then, I'm hustling more
Brick by brick
I live what I rap about, I'm surviving off 'bows and shows
Nah, for real
Fell out with bro before he died, ain't show up at the funeral
Send my condolences
Still love you though
If I ain't in the lab, I'm in the crib doing homework on this music
Reach one, teach one
This ****'s clip been full for two years, why the fuck you still ain't use it?
Somebody buck him
****, I'm from the mud, I'm forever grateful
I recorded my tape in the sewers
From the slums
I bet he won't come through the hood playing no more
I felt sorry for that lil Buick (Damn)
[Verse 2]
Was buying G6's in 2016
You let your **** die, you ain't slide, you gay
I'm in a million-dollar meeting off a bean
They say the A for the West, bro got killers in the A (Hold on)
Pop shit (Hold on), to the grave (Ha)
Need a tractor to pick up my safe (Count shit)
Made a famous bitch come give me face (Lick it)
I piped up, give a fuck, wreck the Wraith (Hoo)
My cars, crib, it's nice, what else?
My bitch, aggressive, she bite (Boo-boo)
Fuck hoes, get fresh for life (That's us)
My balls, they big, what size? (I bust)
For no ****, I ain't wrecking my ride (Skrrt)
Going all the way to the top, reckless driving (Vroom)
Making hits, but I ain't even gotta drop 'em (CEO)
But if my artist keep dropping, I'm popping (Hoo)
[Chorus]
I throw back two of them thangs and a four of Tris and get in that mode
I'm rejuvenated
I ain't never gon' change on my ratchet shit, I love them stupid hoes
West Memphis
Just because yo' partna told, don't try to move the goal post (Haha)
You might get you a buzz if you try to steal BD' flow (Sho' is)
I ain't gotta buy no fucking jewelry, I'm still gon' get her out her clothes (Shit easy)
Nisha Thomas ain't have no ass in school, now she done glowed (Dropout)
You ever seen a dead body sitting in yo' living room?
Mind yo' business, just walk past it
I was baffled
Next morning, had to go to school, brush it off my shoulders
Act normal like nothing happened
Written by: Fizzle, Fox BD, Ricky, YTB Fatt
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