[Blxst]
Couldn´t wait for it, runnin´ out of pain storage
We was made for it, now we gettin´ paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin´
It´s just different when it´s a self-made story

And I know I got more to prove, I wasn´t born to lose
I can´t do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in ´em but you can´t afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh

[Blxst]
I don´t really stress over pressure, I think big
Who am I if I don´t take it further than Nip did?
Had dreams of being an owner since this big
Gotta set the bar even higher and switch gears
We don´t do this for the prize, we affect lives
Gotta put that shit to the side, like what´s pride?
We gon´ live forever ´cause never respect dies
You ain´t gotta like it but better respect mine

It ain´t a question, I thank God, I´m blessed with a great squad
I´m grateful for Tru mom, I promise to make time
Circle of great minds, no way that we can´t shine
Believe it, bet they gon´ love the Evgle in due time
I noticed they gon´ knock every mountain we do climb
But the real ones lookin´ back on the ground like, "´Bout time"
I´m still forever humble, in front is a pound sign
They could never doubt mine, forever we outside

[Blxst & Rick Ross]
Couldn´t wait for it, runnin´ out of pain storage
We was made for it, now we gettin´ paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin´

It´s just different when it´s a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove, I wasn´t born to lose
I can´t do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in ´em but you can´t afford the shoes (Yes)
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross]
The love is genuine, thugs are innocent
Compassion´ll never last, get ended just like a sentence
I´m pullin´ up in a Bent´ (Skrr), knowin´ my money straight
They lookin´ all through the tint, imagine what´s in the safe (Haha)
I blew my new bitch a kiss, caught it just like a case

Six Cartiers on my wrist, I´m a martyr,for Modern Day (Boss)
Top down, all I blast is Marvin Gaye (Ooh)
Ask Blxst ´cause Blxst got all the ladies
The money get complicated so we go on vacations
The yacht a million a day, champagne and PlaySations
Bottles still all black, club still all packed
I´m pullin´ her by the arm and trust me she all that
Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Refferred to as The Biggest, so must be cautious, uh
Ain´t no ceiling ´cause I put it in the trunk (Huh)
What´s twenty million? (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) I´ma spend that in a month (Woo)

[Blxst]
Couldn´t wait for it, runnin´ out of pain storage
We was made for it, now we gettin´ paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin´
It´s just different when it´s a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove, I wasn´t born to lose
I can´t do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in ´em but you can´t afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh