GOATS

I just be rocking on shit

Ain't gotta be love, they respecting my shit

You in the club and your section was lit

And they followed you home for your neck and your wrist

Look, bro, you can rap but you never was this

Drugs and the Draco's, a terrible mix

Your plug is a rat, that's a federal brick

Don't get all drunk and all goofy

The killers salute me, they looking to get on some shit

Troopers got me for that bird in my whip

I ain't meet no more people up 76

Every eight-ball, a half a gram added

The fourteens were twelve and the sevens were six

That's how I came up but they fucked the game up

The best players died when the fentanyl hit

The best players died when the fentanyl hit

Still, either way, better watch what you saying

'Cause nowadays you'll end up dead over it

Hell of an aura to stack up and focus

Like, go out there, see how much bread you can get

All of your old heads was probably smokers

I probably know 'em from when I sold nicks

The best players died when the fentanyl hit

Still, either way, better watch what you saying

'Cause nowadays you'll end up dead over it

Hell of an aura to stack up and focus

Like, go out there, see how much bread you can get

All of your old heads was probably smokers

I probably know 'em from when I sold nicks

Probably know 'em from selling 'em hard

Hustle and robbery, never was fraud

There was a body, some said it was ours

Investigated but never was charged

When you with the killers

Already being the killers, shit, better your odds

He hit the L, said, "If we living in Hell, that means the devil is God"

Bro hit me up like, "You ready or not?"

I guess somebody died and they left him in charge

When I call an M, they lace up their Timbs

Load up they weapons and hop in they cars

So how could I not?

Look, you go 'gainst the squad, get parked on the spot

All of the cops thought I was a junkie

All of the junkies thought I was a cop

No one would front me, said I was too hot

On the run, still tryna get in the mix

Lil homie said he's gon' send me some shit

When I was down bad, I depended on it

But that's what I get, for counting on people I never was with

All of my people look dead when they sick

The best players died when the fentanyl hit

The best players died when the fentanyl hit

Still, either way, better watch what you saying

'Cause nowadays you'll end up dead over it

Hell of an aura to stack up and focus

Like, go out there, see how much bread you can get

All of your old heads was probably smokers

I probably know 'em from when I sold nicks

The best players died when the fentanyl hit