Stone Age

[Intro]
Yeah
Niggas say I'm too conscious
Nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Could've bought a Tesla but instead I bought stock in it
My nigga like the trunk space, he say he put blocks in it
Hit it with the soda, broke it down and made rocks with it
Used the profit from the work and went and bought Glocks with it
Poison in the hood, but they say it's our fault
We take the blame and feed our families when grams get bought
When that's all you ever seen, shit, you gon' do what you taught
And Mama hit you with 'I told you' so whenever you caught
And when them laws apply pressure, that's when niggas gonna talk
Like, "Tell us everything you know and wе just might let you walk"
It's consequencеs for those actions, now you lying in chalk
Retaliation is a must, shit, them the rules we taught, huh
We grew up singing in the church, we wasn't no gangsters, we was altos
But spending more much time in our hood just brought it out more
Went from scrapping, now we carrying firearms outdoors
Headed down the wrong road, no telling where we might go
And shootouts made us feel bad, now we think we Michael
Them cyclical behaviors from the poverty cycle
Stole a Xbox and went and traded that for a rifle
Now my ego standing tall like them towers, that Eiffel
Went from slap boxing niggas on the back of the pal van
To running from police and gunshots like wow, man
Huh
And I don't mean to sound righteous
'Cause that bullshit I did in my past, I kind of liked it
'Til one day I met a shawty with a mind like a psychic
Read my pain to the T while we sat and drank tea
That's when she asked me what I wanna be
Looked her in her eyes and said I wanna be free
But I feel like shit around me just ain't want to see me grow
Toxic trauma bond with it, so I had to let it go, uh
Started seeking knowledge, then I switched up the flow
Now niggas say I'm too conscious, nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT, for real

[Chorus]
Niggas say I'm too conscious, nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT, for real
Niggas say I'm too conscious, nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT, for real
Niggas say I'm too conscious, nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT, for real
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Jab stiff, like Ali when he float
My niggas out here stepping like they just seen a roach
Never had a father figure, all I seen was the dope
Kingpin in my hood like the king or the pope
Look
Or LeBron or some shit
Everything custom made, Dapper Don wit' the shit
I ain't never rode no wave, duck no fade or wrote no statement
Been no clown or switched my style, I stayed down and stayed patient
My soul still intact
Coexisting with my ego
Got the knowledge that I needed and spread it amongst my people
Hold up
Name a nigga realer that overcame the things I had to
When you stand on truth these record labels scared to back you
Let me ask you, would you sell your soul for fame if you have to?
I know you probably would, hell, I was you, I would be mad too
I guess my moral compass different, I ain't judging
No matter the offer on the table I ain't budging
Fuck yo' budget, I just make one call and get that from my cousin
He gon' give it like it's nothing when you hustling
Money coming and it's going
Rather spend it on something good before we hit the mall to blow it
Or the club go throw it
And I started seeking knowledge, then I switched up the flow

[Chorus]
Niggas say I'm too conscious, nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT, for real
Niggas say I'm too conscious, nah, bitch, I'm the GOAT