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g.o.a.t (freestyle) - flacollate lyrics

[verse]
tell em flascollate the f*ckin greatest
yeah mxm
n*ggas gon hate coz you doin’ something better
they be hatin coz your f*ckin sound, sound so better
make em swear hit em up and change their weather
i say underground my go, yes i finalize my note
hit a n*gga’s slizzy nose, me my n*ggas with shazy bro
hit it back and lettin go, d.m.h my tombstone
i see lies behind your pictures if that sh*t ain’t c.x.p
i mean goat in a sheep skin, yell to god like holy ghost
looked at me like what it do?, looked at you like f*ck you too
morning blеssings over night, money ain’t smellin’ this ain’t right
i mirror mе like what you did?,come on flasxcko what you did?
i say me vs mirror only competing my type
competition end up tie, bow tie, suicide
heard there’s heaven around here, moses, judah around here, martin luther around here
look at zues in his face yes i over come my fears
got no time for chitty chat, got no ears for sh*tty raps
46 to swaziland, nothin’ differ when i land
me and h!gh don’t overspend, came a long f*ckin way ain’t no sign written return
am a goat around this pig, got me dirty turnin’ pink
i know my girl don’t trust me well, am miguel i adore you well
tattoo dmh her breast, typin’ flascollate the greatest
how they wanna see us less, but we f*ckin up the press
got me playin’ around the mess, the table turnin’ on my side
the table shinin’ on your side, hey we eat around here
you wash the dishes round here, who you dissin’ on ya tracks
we put more work and get em stacks
so it’s racks i destract, 15 shootin’ driver’s seat
sorry shouldn’t pass my sl!ck, now the aim is on my sleeve
don’t be shootin’ on the net, its better shootin’ on my neck
aim and shoot me when you there, my aim is shoot you till you dead
blue icy everywhere, blue lucy and she near
n*ggas poppin’ internet, broke the keys no unlock
i got the vision at the block, calories and salaries
ain’t no drugs in my system all i got is sweet sugar, yeah the cola and the cooler
how he rappin’ with no weed?, how you vibing on the kid?
now she’s lookin’ slimy pig, yellin’ where my money at?
pick me when the cammas out, i pick her if she cums and cry
they wanna see me go venac tell em nay imbuzi ngemphela
all my n*ggas godly now we askin jesus what’s the plan
use your brain on the pen, tell us on the pen… you use your brain on….

- flacollate lyrics

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