The Goat Lyrics

Outworking everybody, I think it's working out

I work a sweat, got them sweating, looking nervous now

Let's give these birds something they can really chirp about

I learned a while back only listen to yourself

Don't give a fuck either hate me or you love me

Always got a flock of vultures circling above me

You got to compete if you want to fill your tummy

It ain't comfy when you're hungry, you get grumpy

No more Mr. Nice Guy, more like Mr. Moody

Nothing fake about me, only get the true me

If you want to judge me, call up Judy, fucking sue me

You'll never get the credit in the middle of your movie

Fuck the competition, rather hear my momma bitching

Blind to the critics, that don't mean that I don't got a vision

Let them talk, but it really ain't my problem is it?

Only thing I'm sure about is that the clock is ticking

Death knocking at the door in a little

Ribs start to show, taking more than a nibble

Keeping focused like I got you in the scope

And I got to take the shot if I want to be the goat

Death knocking at the door in a little

Ribs start to show, taking more than a nibble

Keeping focused like I got you in the scope

And I got to take the shot if I want to be the goat

I want the blood, you can call me Dracula

Watch me take this money, then I flip it like a spatula

Watch these hunnies flock up to me like the fucking bachelor

What I make, their boyfriend only makes a little fraction of

I am not distracted from my mission, I been wishing

I could buy a crib to put my mom and kids in

With enough rooms, some ain't even fucking lived in

Everybody got their own toilet they can shit in

Huge fucking kitchen, fuller than the fridge is

Got a maid to do the dishes and I came from rags to riches

Muddy from the ditches, I got bloody needed stitches

I had money that went missing, from my buddies that were bitches

Cut them all off, me against the world

World in my palms, about to do a couple curls

I been feeling calm in the pocket, Joe Burrow

I'm gonna burrow in your girl, get a nut, no squirrel

Death knocking at the door in a little

Ribs start to show, taking more than a nibble

Keeping focused like I got you in the scope

And I got to take the shot if I want to be the goat

Death knocking at the door in a little

Ribs start to show, taking more than a nibble

Keeping focused like I got you in the scope

And I got to take the shot if I want to be the goat