Why, sir? See every year I'm gettin' better as a writer
And when it comes down to the flow, I'm gettin' nicer
And niggas couldn't name a song, but a cypher
It doesn't matter, 'cause I'm still gettin' money though
Only reason why you hatin' is 'cause your money low
And every hundred-thousand dollars there's a hunnid hoes
When niggas see you as a G.O.A.T., that's just how it goes
Niggas don't wanna see you do great
Rather they see you fall off and then watch your whole ego deflate
Don't give a damn what you make
I see the jealousy, boy, that a horrible trait
I spot the hate, no binoculars (Mm)
This how it feels to be popular (Mm)
They sendin' shots, no photographer (Mm)
Don't give a damn, that ain't stoppin' 'em
[Chorus: Armani White]
'Cause I'm goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated
Please, please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
Left wrist golden, right wrist golden, necklace golden, yes, it's golden
Please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
Yeah
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(CLO)