Damn, this beat is crazy
Who made? Oh, I did, haha
Let me just update

I've been balancin' my chakras in the mountains out in Utah
I know I'm the greatest, that's the energy I move off
I don't even gotta play the game like Luol
To still get paid more than you all
I might buy a new loft just to entertain hoes
I rarely fuck with white chicks, but shout out to the Wayans bros
Every woman's beautiful, I'm just givin' personal stats
A real boss, I fund it from my personal stash

I'ma touch a hundred million by 35 (no doubts)
And next year I'm goin' platinum like 30 times (uh-huh)
And if my 20s told me anything (what?)
It's stay away from people who put money over everything

That's a liability, me and doubts severed the ties
I be talkin' to myself to get expert advice
Can't be stuck in the past and put my heart in a trance
When I stumble, I'm aware, that's just part of the dance
Prosperity, that's the clear visual, right?
Got my girl tapped into her spiritual side
I'm the G.O.A.T, I give people hope
I make people like they're rich when they're broke

I'm slittin' rappers' throats, kill 'em all, fuck 'em (fuck 'em)
If you 'on't show love 'til I'm dead, you gettin' jumped
And I'll be cheerin' them on from my casket (ha)
Haven't seen a rapper who's talked shit that we gave a pass yet

Access, I still got the same as the major labels
They wait 'til you got a table, then they take the table
Through the speakers, I give life to the dreamers, so it's deeper
I 'on't got fans, I got believers

Put my face on a t-shirt, I ain't even dead yet
Just made a hundred thousand, I ain't even leave my bed yet
Nothing went right, so I went left
To myself I said, "Yes," a B is in my head and my headrest

Women fall in love with me
Bosses know what's up with me
You 'on't gotta fuck with me, I fuck with me
Luckily, I'm free, regardless if they mass-hated
Unlike most of these rappers who economically are castrated
'Cause y'all don't own your music, y'all don't have a fuckin' voice
'Til a promoter hires y'all, y'all are unemployed
Livin' check to check, that could never be me
Like Hov said, "Own your own or you can never be free," stupid

The level up is what y'all currently watchin'
Y'all are regional, me, I've been currency swappin'
Y'all are seasonal, me, bitch, I'm currently poppin'
I got the power, so you know at times the journey's exhaustin'
My bank accounts are fat, bastard
I'm a member of some gold and platinum plaques
I ain't lyin', Matt Stafford
The bag snatcher, last laugher, ass slapper
Pressed a couple whack rappers

This game is full of backstabbers, not back scratchers
When my back itched, I had to use the wall and bounce back after
Ridin' in the Ghost, ask Casper
Model givin' throat, she don't got a gag factor
The gas that I own could fill a whole grass pasture
My story isn't finished, this is not the last chapter
Your money's young, it's too short, dawg, you got a bad password
The devil's in disguise, can't use your eyes to unmask her
Gotta trust your gut, listen to your intuition
I'm the shit the game's missin', ya-dee, ya-dee
Y'all get it, ha

CHOMP 2 on the way, maybe I'll put this on there, I don't know
G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)