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Goat Chords

Music by: Lil Tjay
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[Verse 1]
[C][Em]
[D](Ca[C]shMoneyAP)
Lil [Em]Tjay
(Niggas gon' hate,
I don't care about 'em)
(Niggas gon' hate,
I don't care about 'em)
Not at [D]all[Em]
[C]No one can

[Verse 2]
stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this [Em]love and I ain't even made it
I got a [D]plan for them niggas that hated
[C]Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
Even my [Em]brother got caught,
and he ate it
No one can [D]stop me, I
feel like the greatest

[Verse 3]
Hop in the [C]foreign,
I'm driftin' all stupid
Niggas be broke like the fuck
is you doing?
Started off strong [Em]but there's
room for improvement
I ain't for noth[D]ing, Milwaukee,
I'm booming
Love ain't for [C]me, now it's
static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way
that I sing
They ain't [Em]want Tjay before
this whole movement
Now they dick [D]ride 'cause I'm
doin' my thing
Still posted [C]up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood,
I ain't tuckin' my chain
Bro got [Em]a chop with a
whole lot of range
Said be consist[D]ent,
ain't none' gon' change
Now that I'm speak[C]ing out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
Move my mom out the [Em]hood,
do it properly
Give a [D]fuck if you look at me
awkwardly
No Monopoly, [C]I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
Yeah, one day I was [Em]go
ing through stress
Matter fact, I'm just [C]wasting my [D]breath
And now I'ma just [C]talk about
all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
How I'm so [Em]grateful for all of my fans
How I'm so [D]grateful I am who I am,
[C]huh
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey on the pants, he did it again
[Em]Looking forward to a show in Japan
[D]I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
[C]Throwin' water on my
chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure,
now they shakin' my hands
[Em]Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
I know that's the [D]reason they
hate, that's my gun on my waist
[C]Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
I know these niggas gon' [Em]hate
But my life is still goin' great
[D]Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
We from the [C]trenches,
it's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
Stay with a [Em]weapon,
it's either a Glock or a Wesson
That [D]bitch shoot you right in your face

[Verse 4]
No one can [C]stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this [Em]love and I ain't even made it
I got a [D]plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some [C]bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
Even my [Em]brother got caught,
and he ate it
No one can [D]stop me, I
feel like the greatest

[Verse 5]
Feel like the [C]greatest,
I think I'm the G.O.A.T
Please don't get naked,
I just want the throat
Out of my [Em]Birkin, I feel like it's workin'
Yeah, bitches be [D]burgers,
ain't even a joke
Feel like [C]a star when I hop
in the Wraith
It don't matter the place,
I ain't tuckin' my chain
Only my brother[Em]s,
ain't fuckin' with lames
I don't care what you [D]tell me,
ain't nothin' gon' change
Ran up some [C]bands,
now I'm up like a plane
I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny
I do what y'all [Em]do, I'ma stay in my lane
Hop in the [D]booth and I'm spittin' that pain
I [C]was a youngin' that
couldn't be tamed
Thinkin' shit funny like Tjay a stain
And I'ma get [Em]money regardless
Kill a [D]nigga be easy, I'm heartless
I'm so young with a [C]whole
lot of charges
In the booth I be workin' my hardest
Boy tried to diss me, I
[Em]swear that shit garbage
It won't be long 'til I
[D]walk down the carpet
Cop me a ladder, I [C]took off the market
Red and green beam,
I ain't missing my target
Run [Em]if you stupid, run if you stupid
Word [D]to Smelly I won't
hesi' to shoot shit
Told my niggas we gon'
[C]ball like I'm hoopin'
In the streets, I'm a fighter, Hadoken
Started winnin', I got [Em]tired of losin'
Know about it,
don't [D]why know they accusin'
Three lines got me [C]deady, I'm snoozin'
Back up 'cause I'm seein' illusions
Bro told me grind, [Em]bro told me grind
All this fake love, I don't [D]pay it no mind
Got [C]a story and it's one
of a kind
Independent,
but I could've got signed
Cooking fire, baking [Em]soda combined
Do the math, I turned [D]8 in '09
17 and your [C]boy in his prime
Free bro, he got off with a dime
Free verse? Is you [Em]out of your mind?
Only gang, [D]do whatever for mine
Running, running, tryna [C]get me a bag
Running, running, tryna get to it fast
Niggas talkin' like they [Em]bitches, they chat
Spin the block and we spin[D]ning it back
I was in the field [C]cookin' the crack
One in the head, I ain't cocking it back
G side [D]stackin' [Em]static, they smacked
SB, put my [D]hood on the map, gang gang

[Verse 6]
No one can [C]stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this [Em]love and I ain't even made it
I got [D]a plan for them niggas that hated
[C]Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
Even my [Em]brother got caught,
and he ate it
No one can [D]stop me, I
feel like the [C]greatest

[Verse 7]
No one can [C]stop me I feel like
[Em]the greatest
Got to be humble,
[D]I patiently w[C]aited
No one can stop me, I feel
like the greatest

[Outro 1]
Yeah
[Em][D]
[C]
[Em][D]
[C]
[Em][D]
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