Goat Talk

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BandGang Biggs - Rap, Detroit Rap

Goat Talk

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[Intro] Come on, now (Helluva made this beat, baby) Good lookin', L It's that G.O.A.T. talk, lil' nigga Yeah, this that G.O.A.T. talk, lil' nigga Quiet when the G.O.A.T. talkin', man [Verse] I was so sick and tired of bein' locked up Sleepin' on a metal bunk with a flat-ass mat on it Two sheets and two thin-ass covers, this can't be it for me Holidays, ain't no family gatherings or Christmas trees Gas station snacks, tryna turn it into a decent meal Ramen noodles every night for dinner, man, that shit was real Correctional officers wanna be police Knowin' we'll fuck they ass up if they was in the streets Other, they may see you doin' good and they wanna beef Once you take it there, ain't no squashin', I wanna see you bleed So I tried to stay away from the dumb shit 'Cause once I started swingin' these power punches, they come quick Wake up early in the morning and get ready for work Brush my teeth, put my pants on and button my shirt I hate wearin' them institution boots 'cause them bitches hurt Try not to conversate a lot of times 'cause niggas be burnt But they've been doin' time longer than I've been livin' They give 'em life for sellin' drugs, this a fucked-up system Attorneys playin' it dirty too, they fucked up with 'em So before you jump in the game, just learn what's in it My mama miss me, my sister miss me, my fans too Streets told on Sweats, Chemo told on his mans too And them some niggas that I thought was gon' grow old together And to this day, I can't believe them boys told on each other A damn shame, motherfuckers fuckin' up the damn game 'Til we pull up in they hood, hop out swingin' them things We ain't come to take no chains, that was our younger days We came to light that bitch up like a fuckin' parade Fireworks everywhere, fourth of July scene We slide, you hear more gunshots than New Year's Eve And if I pop, better believe bro gon' squeeze Jewelry flooded water, shit lookin' like New Orleans I was just a young black boy, ain't have a father, you know the story Even as a kid, was nothin' like the ordinary I wanted to be SWAT, 'cause them niggas had them sticks Then I wanted to be unc', 'cause my uncle had them whips He had a crib in the 'burbs, thick chick named Trinny He had all the fattest jewelry, diamonds water, Aquafina So what you think I did? Sat back and took notes Just jumped off the porch, soon as I was old enough to go I started off robbin', tryna snatch some gold But that wasn't for me, so I had to leave that shit alone Then I started finessin', doin' MoneyGram scams Couple thousand every day, runnin' up them fuckin' bands Bought buffs, bought every pair of Trues I could find True coats, Michael Jordans was the shoes at the time Every day we steppin' out, couple 40s, couple 9s Any nigga talkin' slick, we hoppin' straight up on they line, nigga (We hoppin' straight up on they line) (Any nigga talkin' slick, we hoppin' straight up on they line) (Every day we steppin' out, couple 40s, couple 9s) (Any nigga talkin' slick, we hoppin' straight up on they line, nigga) [Outro] It's that G.O.A.T. talk, lil' nigga Yeah, nigga, I say it's that G.O.A.T., lil' nigga, ayy Be quiet when the G.O.A.T. talkin', nigga Do this shit Oh yeah, it's it right there This song

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  • BandGang Biggs