G.O.A.T. State of Mind
• Written by Gio
[Intro]
Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap
Where fake niggas ain't making tracks
[Verse 1]
Good evening niggas
Behold sir Giovanni
The young god is serving raps
And taking all your money
Got mad honeys out there
Got 'em breaking niggas wallets
And my 16's
Like M16's
So you better watch it
I'm digging in pockets
I'll steal your best rapper status
By midnight, wanna be hot enough to hit Gladys
Running trains out of Georgia
Hotter than if I was damned though
I cop more digs than a game by fucking Namco
I jam so
This track is def toast
Cuts sweet as jelly
My flow is more potent
Than smoking OG
You smell me?
So gone and grab your telly
I'll even call your army for you son
I send rappers running
Like I spit like a fucking army gun
To be a better rapper
I could show you the steps
I never sleep
Cause you know that sleeps the cousin of death
Even if I die
I bet I die with one open eye
That's how it is when your thinking
Inside this GOAT state of mind
[Verse 2]
Got versatility
Nobody doubting my ability
The whole crowd go wild
Even lames admit they feeling me
It's propaganda
Forced to believe that I'm the answer
They bump my rhymes in their rides
Quote me in their useless banter
I'm like an animal
I'm Hannibal on niggas that's wack
I eat rap
Watch the cannibal upon these tracks
Heard Illmatic at 12
And wanted to go harder
I still won't stop improving
'Till I blow it out the water
The godfather
Sonning and making daughters
You want to battle me?
You ain't afraid to be a martyr
It's the truth
Irish Spring bars
Them shits is fresh
I got the juice
Now niggas thinking I'm Omarr Epps
So step correct
And never step when I'm left
I never sleep
Cause sleep is the cousin of death
This rap shit'll earn my piece of the pie
I'll take the whole thing though
Cause I got that GOAT state of mind
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Gio
Member since June 19 2014