Gifted

Lyrics

[Intro] Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy (I am the King) Yeah, I'm the GOAT, ayy Really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy Really got the, I'm the, yeah Huh, ayy [Hook] White tee, four hundred for a letter If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better Looking off the coast like I'm wetter On top, only thing I'm under is the weather 'Cause I'm sick of you hoes Ain't never by mysеlf 'cause I stick with the pole You nеver got no pape 'cause you stick with some hoes Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy [Verse 1] Thinking I'ma get a throne built, I'm the Scam King If I tie a opp to a rope, that's a hamstring I been thumbing, I might fuck around and turn my hand green Talked her out her fucking SSN, boy, yo granny sweet Finna blow like a landmine, you can't step on me No cap, if you ain't gang, can't get next to me Bro blowing, if you play it fowl, he a referee He was gassed up, pulled up and got left on E T-double H-L, ball then it's up there If the head good, her ass fat, shit, I punch hair Quick draw the Glock, look around like, "Punch where?" Hit Saks, free 'Agas like I don't got enough pairs Off-White, Yeezy, Adidas, my starter kit LA, 2020, button when I start the whip Funny now but is they gon' be with you when the darkness hit? Thinking to myself, "How I ball, you can't guard this shit" Huh, you can't guard me Dracs, chops, Glocks, we a army Fake ID with the scam, you can't card me Looking at this bitch like, damn, she a Barbie Huh, you cute, boo Run up on me looking strong as fuck? I'ma shoot you When I throw the signal, ain't no telling what my troops do When I push sport, ain't no telling what the coupe do [Hook] White tee, four hundred for a letter If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better Looking off the coast like I'm wetter On top, only thing I'm under is the weather 'Cause I'm sick of you hoes Ain't never by myself 'cause I stick with the pole You never got no pape 'cause you stick with some hoes Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy [Verse 2] When I die, think I need a fucking documentary Looking at yo fit like, boy, that's what my dinner be Stop saying "bro", "cuz", and "gang", you ain't kin to me If bro say it's up, you gotta know you my enemy I could make your two week check on my sofa If we see the opps, bang-bang, bitch, Sosa If you see me out, chain hang, bitch, frozen If you see me out, big splash, bitch, ocean GOAT running in my DNA, bitch, I'm half human Let him try to set a play on us, boy, his ass stupid I do not love these hoes, you can ask Cupid Lil' bitch eyeballing me through my mask choosing Told Tron step back, his ass got za breath Every time I leave the crib, I gotta do a Glock check If he pull up over here, we putting him on Fox next Saying he a shooter on the 'Gram? Boy, you not Steph [Hook] White tee, four hundred for a letter If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better Looking off the coast like I'm wetter On top, only thing I'm under is the weather 'Cause I'm sick of you hoes Ain't never by myself 'cause I stick with the pole You never got no pape 'cause you stick with some hoes Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy [Outro] I'm the GOAT, ayy Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT I'm the GOAT, ayy Thinking like I really got the gift, I'm the GOAT