Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song GOAT Spirit , by - Dame D.O.L.L.A.. Release date: 19.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GOAT Spirit |
| It’s Dame D.O.L.L.A, ha |
| Ayy |
| Uh |
| Overflow of success, I wasn’t apologetic |
| Scared money make none, tell 'em D.O.L.L.A said it |
| If I ever had to fail or come up short, I move forward, not abort, uh |
| 'Cause the mission a drill for me like a sport |
| I only see the bigger picture |
| Nothing minor or minature |
| And if you petty, I’ll probably miss ya |
| If you deadly, I might dismiss ya |
| You try to check me, you get your issue |
| Usually, when they look the part, it never fits ya |
| Like Kim K at a Sizzler |
| Or a chick that wanna be wit' you, but she be playin' sister |
| These niggas can bite but can’t replicate charisma |
| All this positivity help me negate the temper |
| Cut my circle down the middle, quickly they forget you |
| No benefits, they talk down, early stage dementia |
| Still the realest in my field and I’ma stay consensus |
| Find it funny when people get that hate in they heart |
| It’s clear I’m bored 'cause I just stopped evading the darts |
| The day ones and day million gon' change in the dark |
| Only a few stay parallel 'til you place it in park |
| I’m not a dummy, I was smart when money was funny |
| I needed a chef, I hired my cousin Punky |
| Bloodline on my back, like what’s a fuckin' monkey? |
| I get in my truest form when I’m feeling spunky |
| Hit my line, I be coming through in the clutch like |
| Twenty-three in his prime and they couldn’t touch Mike |
| Bloodsuckers, I be wakin' up to bug bites |
| I wouldn’t shy from a battle if me and cubs fight |
| Feel the vibe, though |
| Like it’s Vegas, we at The Cosmo |
| This house was built with my chicken like Roscoe’s |
| When it come to hoop, I’m a honcho |
| They prayin' for my fall from the stage |
| But I ain’t Bob though, silly niggas |
| I always knew who was really wit' us |
| Talkin' 'bout, «We bros,» and all along, they was really sisters |
| Type that wanna see you when you down so they really kick you |
| Gotta watch the ones that scream, «Loyal,» they really switchers |
| Really switchers |
| Bat on both sides, think I’m blind to the ghost ride |
| Couldn’t ride my wave with a low tide |
| My posture lowered, givin' praise to the most high |
| I’m that dude and all the realest gon' co-sign |
| From the gutter to a million, nigga, multi |
| Never sell my soul, nigga, miss me with the soul ties |
| Stand alone at the peak, I left a couple widowed |
| A nigga bold, I do him Coles, I resemble Bimbo |
| Don’t wanna see me Hulkin' up 'less it’s Henny and Hypno |
| Want a slice up out this pie, you could fade me, I’m Kimbo |
| I exercise the pen, but all my actions are equal |
| A master of the mind, my biggest weapon lethal |
| Dame Junior, only candidate to be the sequel |
| I come in peace, so it’s best if niggas just keep it peaceful |
| I took some L’s in this season, but, shit, I roll with it |
| My chin tucked when it’s rough, even my lows different |
| I slip or I parry, ain’t gotta co-pivot |
| See my picture by their goals, I got a goat spirit, nigga |
| Just look in the mirror |
| Look into my life |
| With a frame |
| You can’t be framed if you’re not in the picture (Every day, every day) |
| Sometimes I get tired |
| Still, I just rise, I rise, I rise |
| These streets don’t love you like you think they do, nigga |
| Smile and take a picture, pose wit' you |
| Then they go and turn their backs on you |
| Some of the shit that I’ve been through |
| Would make a young nigga cry, just know I feel you too, yeah |
| I slid right on through |
| Shit got me lookin' in the mirror, like, «How'd you get here?» |
| Just look in the mirror |
| Look into my life |
| With a frame |
| You can’t be framed if you’re not in the picture (Every day, every day) |
| Sometimes I get tired |
| Still, I just rise, I rise, I rise |