[Flame] 🔥 Lil Tjay - Goat Lyrics
[Intro]
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 Lil Tjay
 Niggas gon’ hate, I don’t care about ’em
 Niggas gon’ hate, I don’t care about ’em
 Not at all
[Chorus]
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
 Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
 All of this love and I ain’t even made it
 I got a plan for them niggas that hated
 Run up some bands for my bros, I’ma make it
 They want me gone, I can’t walk around naked
 Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
[Verse 1]
 Hop in the foreign, I’m driftin’ off stupid
 Niggas be broke like the fuck is you doing?
 Started off strong but there’s room for improvement
 I ain’t for nothing, Milwaukee , I’m booming
 Love ain’t for me, now it’s static with Cupid
 Bitches in love with the way that I sing
 They ain’t want Tjay before this whole movement
 Now they dick ride ’cause I’m doin’ my thing
 Still posted up on the block with the gang
 Spin through your hood, I ain’t tuckin’ my chain
 Bro got a chop with a whole lot of range
 Said be consistent, ain’t nothin’ gon’ change
 Now that I’m speaking out honestly
 I be flexing, but I’m still in poverty
 Move my mom out the hood, do it properly
 Give a fuck if you look at me awkwardly
 No Monopoly, I’m about property
 I don’t owe niggas shit but respect
 Yeah, one day I was going through stress
 Matter fact, I’m just wasting my breath
 And now I’ma just talk about all of these bands
 How I’m so grateful I’m not in the can
 How I’m so grateful for all of my fans
 How I’m so grateful I am who I am, huh
 Balmain the sweater, huh
 Truey the pants, he did it again
 Looking forward to a show in Japan
 I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
 Throwin’ water on my chain ’cause I can
 Applyin’ pressure, now they shakin’ my hands
 Niggas ain’t gettin’ no paper
 I know that’s the reason they hate, that’s my gun on my waist
 Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
 And there ain’t no room for debate
 I know these niggas gon’ hate
 But my life is still goin’ great
 Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
 We from the trenches
 It’s easy to hop over fences
 The D’s tryna build up a case
 Stay with a weapon
 It’s either a Glock or a Wesson
 That bitch shoot you right in your face
[Chorus]
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
 Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
 All of this love and I ain’t even made it
 I got a plan for them niggas that hated
 Run up some bands for my bros, I’ma make it
 They want me gone, I can’t walk around naked
 Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
[Verse 2]
 Feel like the greatest, I think I’m the G.O.A.T
 Please don’t get naked, I just want the throat
 Out of my Birkin, I feel like it’s workin’
 Yeah, bitches be burgers, ain’t even a joke
 Feel like a star when I hop in the Wraith
 It don’t matter the place, I ain’t tuckin’ my chain
 Only my brothers, ain’t fuckin’ with lames
 I don’t care what you tell me, ain’t nothin’ gon change
 Ran up some bands, now I’m up like a plane
 I was just hungry, ain’t nothin’ was funny
 Y’all do what y’all do, I’ma stay in my lane
 Hop in the booth and I’m spittin’ that pain
 I was a youngin that couldn’t be tamed
 Thinkin’ shit funny like Tjay a stain
 And I’ma get money regardless
 Kill a nigga be easy, I’m heartless
 I’m so young with a whole lot of charges
 In the booth I be workin’ my hardest
 Boy tried to diss me, I swear that shit garbage
 It won’t be long ’til I walk down the carpet
 Cop me a ladder, I took off the market
 Red and green beam, I ain’t missing my target
 Run if you stupid, run if you stupid
 Word to Smelly I won’t hesi’ to shoot shit
 Told my niggas we gon’ ball like I’m hoopin’
 In the streets, I’m a fighter, Hadoken
 Started winnin’, I got tired of losin’
 Know about it, don’t why know they accusin’
 Three lines got me deady, I’m snoozin’
 Back up ’cause I’m seein’ illusions
 Bro told me grind, bro told me grind
 All this fake love, I don’t pay it no mind
 Got a story and it’s one of a kind
 Independent, but I could’ve got signed
 Cooking fire, baking soda combined
 Do the math, I turned 8 in ’09
 17 and your boy in his prime
 Free bro, he got off with a dime
 Free verse? Is you out of your mind?
 Only gang, do whatever for mine
 Running, running, tryna get me a bag
 Running, running, tryna get to it fast
 Niggas talkin’ like they bitches, they chat
 Spin the block and we spinning it back
 I was in the field cookin’ the crack
 One in the head, I ain’t cocking it back
 G side stackin’ static, they smacked
 SB , put my hood on the map, gang gang
[Chorus]
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
 Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
 All of this love and I ain’t even made it
 I got a plan for them niggas that hated
 Run up some bands for my bros, I’ma make it
 They want me gone, I can’t walk around naked
 Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
[Outro]
 No one can stop me I feel like the greatest
 Got to be humble, I patiently waited
 No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
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