G.O.A.T Kenny Mason

[Intro]
Aye!
In a wonderful world
DEVIN!

[Chorus]
And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
Then came back a G.O.A.T
Bitch I'm still the G.O.A.T
I can tell you no
'Cause i got control
I can tell you know (tight)
I know you think you hard (ayy)
Nigga just think too hard
Bruh don't think too hard (yuh)
'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)

[Verse 1]
Hear my mom's with a bong, 'cause she smoke more than me
Even the [?] on my gums, they ain't fresher than me
We don't want none of your songs, you too extra for me
Sound like you be flexed up to me
Kinda like a wrestler to me
I wreck a record in record timing
That 'tec on me, check your comments
They check for me, yet they silent
I'm yet to be silenced
I'm piling checks, to my chest I check 'em
If it's not correct, I'm wildin'
If it's not perfected, I did...
Not drop it
I'm with the extra for economics
I'm excellent at it
I'm [?], I'm adding eggs, finna stretch the omelette, you see how it's panning?
Them folks ain't dripping this hard
Dripping this hard, hell nah
They ain't giving it all
I'm giving my heart, hell yeah, I