Goated Interlude Lyrics

Yeah

Aye

I been so disturbed comin' down with a sickness

Fucked up in the head, nobody can help me fix it

True psychopath displayin' the characteristics

Cuz every time I get pissed, I be going ballistic

Saying off the wall shit, they tell me I'm sadistic

Really got a gift like it came wrapped from St. Nicklaus

Records I've been makin' bound to be featured in Guiness

And skills that I exhibit, no one can claim they predicted

Down up on my luck, but its lookin' like tides are shiftin'

Said I would be great, and I spoke it into existence

Eatin' rappers on the go, please pull up to the picnic

And if we talkin' beef then I'm 'bout to enjoy some brisket

Lickin' on yo' chops, cuz you know this dish is delicious

Countless hours I spent cookin' heat in the kitchen

See my shit droppin', you know that they gonna click quick

Want a real banger, I'm someone that you should get with

Hunger games out here, I volunteer for my district

Ain't aimin' for Rushmore, I want Olympus

At the rate I'm goin', hard not to be optimistic

But this is pure will, hard work, and persistence

Don't wanna jinx my self, i'm superstitious

The perks that come with this, been peakin' my interests

But what I construct can open a couple bridges

Plan to travel the globe, invest in my own logistics

Tryin' to get my name out and seems that this routes the quickest

Got nothin' to lose, so I'll go head and just risk it

Gamble on my future like I'm posted up at Mystic

It's in god's hands now, and I ain't even religious

Front row tickets so the doubters can witness

A misfit, occupyin' the chair where the king sits

So down to earth I'm defyin' the law of physics

Carry the team on my back, but I'm feelin' the stiffness

And I've really had it with dealin' with all these dimwits

Askin' how I do it, know that I don't tend to give tips

But since the game was in need of some assistance

The doc has arrived to finally give it a chin lift

Know I got the drive, 'bout time to fire up the pistons

Been gassed up, no need to check with a dipstick

Truly automatic, but I can switch to a stick shift

No one on my level, don't group me in with these dipshits

Seen they got my downfall written all over they wishlist

Thinkin' that it's cool, but honestly it's some bitch shit

People with my name in they mouth should hop off of this dick

Told 'em all to back up, they don't respect social distance

Weedin' out the haters is provin' to be my sixth sense

Been self sufficient, since I was an infant

Ball is in my court, anybody can catch this clinic

And no one's gonna stop me from gettin' my daughters tuition

So cold, rooms that I step in tend to get frigid

All the chirpin' I heard before has turned into crickets

Now I'm flexin' like Popeye ate his spinach

The boom bap flow has got me goin' vintage

Doors open up when you boot 'em off of the hinges

The pictures been clear, just focusin' on my image

Don't worry 'bout me I'm goin' about my business

Just gettin' started, and definitely far from finished