[Intro: DJ Drama]
I'd like to welcome you
To the end-season tournament
The HHBA, Hip-Hop Ballers Association
I am your host
The four letters, GOAT
[YG Teck: Pre-Chorus]
I had to get rich
Winter time, Im right back on that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Put horse tranq on every half of the
Brick
Got my savages lit (Yes)
I really used to have a passion for this
It took some time thought it'd be faster
Than this
YG Teck welcome the 4th Quarter
I'm about a dollar how about you?
It will be no overtime here
It's a blowout
[Chorus: YG Teck]
I had to get rich
Wintertime, Im right back on that shit
Put horse tranq on еvery half of the
Brick
Got my savages lit (Yеs)
I really used to have a passion for this
It took some time thought it'd be faster
Than this
I ain't asking for shit
I lost 60, I was mad as a bitch
My girl just worried 'bout her captions
And pics
Hope they ain't tapping my shit
Road runners, hot winters, with them
Cold summers
I seen niggas get indicted chasing low
Numbers
[Verse 1: YG Teck]
Glock near, you see the numbers that
My block did
The judge giving niggas letters now, not
Years
I'm one great and I ain't never got to
Pump fake
I could really run through this shit in one
Take
I can eyeball a count off a eight ball
Shit selling so fast I'm doing break-offs
Now I'm talking to the plug, trying to get
A square
I used to think this rap shit'll make us
Millionaires (Free AR)
I was broke, trying to get it niggas laughed at us
Now I got it niggas trying help niggas shit ass backwards
I'm a cash stacker
[Chorus:]
I had to get rich
Wintertime, Im right back on that shit
Put horse tranq on every half of the
Brick
Got my savages lit (Yes)
I really used to have a passion for this
It took some time thought it'd be faster
Than this
I ain't asking for shit
I lost 60, I was mad as a bitch
My girl just worried 'bout her captions
And pics
Hope they ain't tapping my shit
Road runners, hot winters, with them
Cold summers
I seen niggas get indicted chasing low
Numbers
[Verse 2:]
I really think I'm getting better with my
Hard times
I wouldn't call your shit a hustle cuz it's
Part-time (You ain't all in)
You know niggas curve out when niggas
Start dying
You know you can get the money it just
Cost time (Yuh)
I don't tell 'em how I'm coming and
That's how I do
Pounds landing & you got mail shit like
Yahoo! (You've got mail)
My bitch said she want a bricky, I'mma
Buy it too
People I love stole from me and they lied
Too
A stressed man same time, I'm a blessed
Man
Finish swift like Kyrie with the left-hand
If every thing fail I learned how to stretch
Grams
Focus on my own I ain't worried 'bout
The next man
[Chorus:]
I had to get rich
Wintertime, Im right back on that shit
Put horse tranq on every half of the
Brick
Got my savages lit (Yes)
I really used to have a passion for this
It took some time thought it'd be faster
Than this
I ain't asking for shit
I lost 60, I was mad as a bitch
My girl just worried 'bout her captions
And pics
Hope they ain't tapping my shit
Road runners, hot winters, with them
Cold summers
I seen niggas get indicted chasing low
Numbers
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Summertime mode I'm locked in
Rather be heard than not seen
4th Quarter I like to turn up though
YG Teck said No Excusez
So I don't wanna hear about your half-way hustles
Greatness over all things, that's those four letters
GOAT, DJ Drama
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