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Young Goat Video (MV)




Performed By: FOM Cam
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Cameron Nelson




FOM Cam - Young Goat Lyrics
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Just turned 20 and I'm feeling like a goat
Yeah, I'm feeling like a goat
This shit crazy
Ion know a single soul who can't tell me I ain't cold
It's something bout my lyrics and it's something bout my flow
Labels gon hear this, get to blowing up my phone
If they ain't talking millions they can leave me alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain't rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got different goals
Gotta get it how you live but I'll never sell my soul
Lotta niggas be hating
Saying I ain't gon make it
So I'm always gon be praying
Asking god to bring me Franklins
Got this shit on lockdown
Talkin handcuffs and braces
On my way to the top now
They pussy niggas can't take it, embrace it
I been seeing new faces
I been going new places
My life so crazy
Nigga My shit outrageous
A lotta shit been changing
I ain't tryna work no Dayshift
Money called my name so Ima chase it
Tryna get my mom a crib that's spacious
In a city that's probably racist
And the neighbors probably gon be racist
But who cares, nigga we made it
I got balenciagas wit no laces
Blue bills wit big faces
I know niggas gon be hating
But ima shove it in they faces
And I can't, I can't
Explain the love that I got for music
I can make some smooth shit, and have em rocking to it
Or I can make some hard shit, and having bopping to it
But when you speaking on the GOATS, make sure I'm included
Ion know a single soul who can't tell me I ain't cold
It's something bout my lyrics and it's something bout my flow
Labels gon hear this, get to blowing up my phone
If they ain't talking millions they can leave me alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain't rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got different goals
Gotta get it how you live but I'll never sell my soul
I remember, just sitting back
Tryna find a way to go get some cash
Voice in my head said get the Glock, and put on that f*ckin mask
But I hopped in that booth, and I decided to f*ckin spazz
Ima young nigga getting to the bands
Fly nigga like Peter Pan
You wanna verse ima tax niggas
Ima young Goat, and that's facts nigga
Say you want smoke, we can match nigga
Bullet hit his head, no cap nigga
Don't call me no rap nigga
Y'all really hoes, I'll smack niggas
Magic Johnston, I'll clap niggas
Have my dogs attack niggas
Ah
All my life I ain't never ever given up
You thinking you can stop me, you better give it up
Ima always make money, I can't get enough
Wait until I'm rich and I can cash out on a Bentley truck
Yeah
And I turned rapping into a lifestyle
Patience is the key but I want it right now
If you ain't talking money, then nigga pipe down
Ima star, bitch I shine with the lights out
Ion know a single soul who can't tell me I ain't cold
It's something bout my lyrics and it's something bout my flow
Labels gon hear this, get to blowing up my phone
If they ain't talking millions they can leave me alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain't rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got different goals
Gotta get it how you live but I'll never sell my soul
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English

Just turned 20 and I'm feeling like a goat
Yeah, I'm feeling like a goat
This shit crazy
Ion know a single soul who can't tell me I ain't cold
It's something bout my lyrics and it's something bout my flow
Labels gon hear this, get to blowing up my phone
If they ain't talking millions they can leave me alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain't rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got different goals
Gotta get it how you live but I'll never sell my soul
Lotta niggas be hating
Saying I ain't gon make it
So I'm always gon be praying
Asking god to bring me Franklins
Got this shit on lockdown
Talkin handcuffs and braces
On my way to the top now
They pussy niggas can't take it, embrace it
I been seeing new faces
I been going new places
My life so crazy
Nigga My shit outrageous
A lotta shit been changing
I ain't tryna work no Dayshift
Money called my name so Ima chase it
Tryna get my mom a crib that's spacious
In a city that's probably racist
And the neighbors probably gon be racist
But who cares, nigga we made it
I got balenciagas wit no laces
Blue bills wit big faces
I know niggas gon be hating
But ima shove it in they faces
And I can't, I can't
Explain the love that I got for music
I can make some smooth shit, and have em rocking to it
Or I can make some hard shit, and having bopping to it
But when you speaking on the GOATS, make sure I'm included
Ion know a single soul who can't tell me I ain't cold
It's something bout my lyrics and it's something bout my flow
Labels gon hear this, get to blowing up my phone
If they ain't talking millions they can leave me alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain't rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got different goals
Gotta get it how you live but I'll never sell my soul
I remember, just sitting back
Tryna find a way to go get some cash
Voice in my head said get the Glock, and put on that f*ckin mask
But I hopped in that booth, and I decided to f*ckin spazz
Ima young nigga getting to the bands
Fly nigga like Peter Pan
You wanna verse ima tax niggas
Ima young Goat, and that's facts nigga
Say you want smoke, we can match nigga
Bullet hit his head, no cap nigga
Don't call me no rap nigga
Y'all really hoes, I'll smack niggas
Magic Johnston, I'll clap niggas
Have my dogs attack niggas
Ah
All my life I ain't never ever given up
You thinking you can stop me, you better give it up
Ima always make money, I can't get enough
Wait until I'm rich and I can cash out on a Bentley truck
Yeah
And I turned rapping into a lifestyle
Patience is the key but I want it right now
If you ain't talking money, then nigga pipe down
Ima star, bitch I shine with the lights out
Ion know a single soul who can't tell me I ain't cold
It's something bout my lyrics and it's something bout my flow
Labels gon hear this, get to blowing up my phone
If they ain't talking millions they can leave me alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain't rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got different goals
Gotta get it how you live but I'll never sell my soul
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Writer: Cameron Nelson
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