Lyrics The Goat - Stiles Foettfu

John Paxson nigga
Cool'n wit Stiles, hot engineer

I don't remember when I became the goat
I just remember tryna stay afloat
Giving back to my community feels good
I grew up in the roughest neighborhood
Fame and status, was on my mind
Had to let the hood know it's not my time
Having on a hood couldn't stop my shine
Trap me in the Boog couldn't lock my mind

Free'em like E say
Cuz these niggas doing bids like eBay
Thank god that my profits was delayed
I was never look'n up for my teammates
Now my team on a boat in a steep wave
Best of all time
Na, not just metaphors, rhymes
If we share the game nigga, it's more mine
You only got eleven years, since 09 (Way back)
Bet, I hope my niggas is real proud
Ima smoke wit em now, only that real loud
Ima hop in the crowd, committing real fouls
If we ain't never fight then we ain't real pals
If you hate on me now, then you my real child
Fakin it my whole life, man you the real Stiles (Yea)
Don't impostor the best
You'll get a knock on your door, then a knock on your chest (Yea)

I don't remember when I became the goat
I just remember tryna stay afloat
Giving back to my community feels good
I grew up in the roughest neighborhood
Fame and status, was on my mind
Had to let the hood know it's not my time
Having on a hood couldn't stop my shine
Trap me in the Boog couldn't lock my mind

Greatest of all time, generally over achieving things
Said I'm the goat goat
I gotta to switch it up by getting them to believe in things
Let me drive the boat boat, you don't know
But ima make you see it
That everybody is basic
By giving people that lasic to they eye sockets
I know you see that check on my side pocket
So ima just do it, just peep the way that I lace em
When I treat em like sneakers, just peep the place that I place em (Thas the feet)
On they heels but I ain't never had to chase em (That's not me)
Cant stop until my family up and living comfortably
Get the team right, making sure I bring light
Manifest'n dreams by any and all the means type
I start to feel mean
Tyson who I'm hit'n like, Mike, 1993, Mike
Pass the ball to me, Mike
Billie to the Jean, Mike aye aye aye

I don't remember when I became the goat
I just remember tryna stay afloat
Giving back to my community feels good
I grew up in the roughest neighborhood
Fame and status, was on my mind
Had to let the hood know it's not my time
Having on a hood couldn't stop my shine
Trap me in the Boog couldn't lock my mind