Lyrics
To be legendary you have to do legendary things
Every time I step in the arena
Y'all already know what this is
Tydre
Arnstar
Moe Black
Fergie Baby
DJ Webstar
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Stand back and watch me go goat mode
Half man half ram call it goat mode
On my prowl with my growl call it goat mode
GOAT you know we call it Goat mode
The young Gs with The OG
O A T Quaker Oat these
The kid Tydre
With every buck I’m near
I’m Giannis or Brady
Either way they hate me
I look at destiny and chance like they siamese
Birthed outta greatness tell them haters they can sign deez
The irony I can’t be beat when I’m the best of me
I’m grand slamming enemies like Shaq from Kobe
Grand slamming like Serena and Naomi
Matter fact I slam a grand slam like David OT
You can hate me but you can’t hate this hustle
While you flex I’m contracting like aching muscles
I’m back at it again like Daniel and his vans
They keep saying I can’t I keep saying I can
I told her I’m Peewee Kirk she say she a fan
She see me on Sneakerella she telling me I’m the man, I
Got plans got dreams got vision
Told ya ten thousand hours but ya really don’t get it
Bro codes Goat mode no hieroglyphics
Gimme the last shot like Mike no missing
This is how you put champs together
The Goat flows so cold I could flow forever
I’m Steph Curry with the three I turn around when I shoot it
I know it’s going in I have the crowd going stupid
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Stand back and watch me go goat mode
Half man half ram call it goat mode
On my prowl with my growl call it goat mode
GOAT you know we call it Goat mode
I’m conservative ratchet
Harlem I'm the mayor the Captain
It’s targeting practice
Imported yea the foreigner packaged
I pour into fashion
My art form i currently mastered
Ya causing this madness
I'm swerving through traffic
GOAT and none of ya peasants can rate me
Imma classic in the hood like I came out out skate key
Imma villain to ya sidekicks ya never can aim me
I'm good from first to riverside i'm Harlem the baby
I can tell you the baby the goat
This pen flow the last dragon you seeing in the glow
Ya been trolled bunch of haters and bitches and hoes
Can't wait to expose
I ball out like i play for the choz
Mr. Entertainment Mr. Education
There ain’t a field I ain’t travel and have my way with
Enticed & Enlightened the titans you call the greatest
The wisdom and youth inside of me make me ageless
Came in with nothing left with everything
Started with a baseball bat I got a better swing
Out the park 360 windmill tomahawk
Find your mark audible to shotgun we got those yards
Dedication and the power to pursue is what got us through whatever you think the most is true
The goat of all goats gave me his image to use so if I’m a son of him then what that make me to you? I’ma
Let’s go
Let’s work
Put your hands up
Let’s go
It’s the DJ Webstar
Put put your hands up
Put put put your
Goat mode
Y’all already know what this is
Tydre
WRITERS
ReekRhythm, Kevin Diggs, Dashawn Martin, Troy Ryan, Vincent Ferguson, Sean Kirkland, Malcolm T Pinckney, Ricardo Welch, BSNYEA, Wavon Waters, Sean Gary
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc.
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