The Farmer

See I'm just the goat in this bitch and they knew it, you study my style and you flow to my music. We know how it goes I'm the one who influenced so many to grab a beat go head and do it. I got confused when these niggas start using my lyrics when knowing that you never did it, the shit that you talk it ain't touching the ceiling its only the beats that you gettin be hittin. I hop on a beat then I'm snapping by accident, call in the ambulance i broke her back in it. Got in between her it felt so immaculate feeling this liqour it boosted attractiveness, I'm going straight in it i don't be practicing. She call me Iverson how I be riding the game gotta stamp in this shit I'm not hiding it , chains on my neck make you float to the top of it. She wanna fuck ain't no probably, if he was here my grandad would be proud of me. Speaking my honesty so many doubted me too many outed me walked away cowardly. I had to stop and just think about all of them drinks I was having it fucked me up mentally, would you remember me off of the Hennessy or Julio Amsterdam with the lemon tea? Just throw me a beat you may like what i speak and it get through the streets but it start up some beef while you laying there sleep in the bed as my teeth steady clapping uniquely It reaches the beaches and deep in the creeks. But your vision can't see I'm the one at the peak and these others at foot level could never reach, cuz the fame doesn't matter you'll die in them sheets that you spent 20k on and steak every week. Imma still be a rapper that snapper the goat no captions, chill back and listen you snatched my position you cap with your lyrics don't act like it's serious. What is up next with your rhyming I'm curious whenever i spit then it's timeless period. Let me stop cuz my grind is a blessing i gave you a platform that was my lesson when God is my weapon.