StanWill - Gifted lyrics

Thinking like I really got the
Gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy
Thinking like I really got the
Gift, I’m the GOAT, ayy
Thinking like I really got the
Gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy
(I am the King) yeah, I'm the GOAT, ayy
Really got the gift, I’m the GOAT, ayy
Really got the, I'm the, yeah huh, ayy

White tee, four hundred for a letter
If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better
Looking off the coast like I'm wetter
On top, only thing I'm under is the weather
'Cause I'm sick of you hoes
Ain't never by mysеlf ’cause I
Stick with the pole
You nеver got no pape ’cause
You stick with some hoes
Thinking like I really got the
Gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy



Thinking I’ma get a throne built
I'm the Scam King
If I tie a opp to a rope, that's a hamstring
I been thumbing
I might fuck around and turn my hand green
Talked her out her fucking SSN, boy
Yo granny sweet finna blow like a landmine
You can't step on me
No cap, if you ain’t gang
Can't get next to me
Bro blowing, if you play it fowl
He a referee
He was gassed up, pulled up and got left on E
T double H-L, ball then it's up there
If the head good, her ass fat, shit
I punch hair
Quick draw the Glock, look around like
"Punch where?" hit Saks
Free 'Agas like I don't got enough pairs
Off White, Yeezy, Adidas, my starter kit
LA, 2020, button when I start the whip
Funny now but is they gon' be
With you when the darkness hit?
Thinking to myself, "How I ball
You can't guard this shit"
Huh, you can't guard me
Dracs, chops, Glocks, we a army
Fake ID with the scam, you can't card me
Looking at this bitch like, damn
She a Barbie huh, you cute, boo
Run up on me looking strong
As fuck? I'ma shoot you
When I throw the signal
Ain't no telling what my troops do
When I push sport
Ain't no telling what the coupe do

White tee, four hundred for a letter
If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better
Looking off the coast like I'm wetter
On top, only thing I'm under is the weather
'Cause I'm sick of you hoes
Ain't never by myself 'cause I
Stick with the pole
You never got no pape 'cause
You stick with some hoes
Thinking like I really got the
Gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy

When I die
Think I need a fucking documentary
Looking at yo fit like, boy
That's what my dinner be
Stop saying "bro", "cuz", and "gang"
You ain't kin to me if bro say it's up
You gotta know you my enemy
I could make your two week check on my sofa
If we see the opps, bang bang, bitch, Sosa
If you see me out, chain hang, bitch, frozen
If you see me out, big splash, bitch, ocean
GOAT running in my DNA, bitch, I'm half human
Let him try to set a play on us, boy
His ass stupid
I do not love these hoes, you can ask Cupid
Lil' bitch eyeballing me through
My mask choosing
Told Tron step back, his ass got za breath
Every time I leave the crib
I gotta do a Glock check
If he pull up over here
We putting him on Fox next
Saying he a shooter on the 'Gram? Boy
You not Steph

White tee, four hundred for a letter
If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better
Looking off the coast like I'm wetter
On top, only thing I'm under is the weather
'Cause I'm sick of you hoes
Ain't never by myself 'cause I
Stick with the pole
You never got no pape 'cause
You stick with some hoes
Thinking like I really got the
Gift, I'm the GOAT, ayy

I'm the GOAT, ayy
Thinking like I really got the gift
I'm the GOAT i'm the GOAT, ayy
Thinking like I really got the gift
I'm the GOAT