Real Goat - JohnnieB

Lyrics

(Johnnie B On The Beat) Why do they always wanna pin all their limits on me Like I’m the reason they froze up and never became what they dreamed they could be For the real GOAT, it’s like everybody want a piece of the lead But they can’t give the leader props, so they throw little stones instead You can’t own your lane, so I guess that’s why you choke on me A grown man standin’ on his work, no need to gas up no one for me Still they say my name like it come with a tax or a fee Like if I walk in the room too solid, somehow that weakens what they see But hate still fuels the engine and the mission in me And I don’t even gotta force it, they just hand me energy for free So if I’m the problem, then I’m the biggest one you ever seen ‘Cause I turned pressure into presence and made the whole damn vision breathe Keep this GOAT name in your mouth and you’ll see I got light on my side, dark in the mirror, and both still answer to me I built from the middle, not just one mood, not just one scene So if I sound too big for the box, that’s ‘cause the box was never built for me It ain’t a crime to create some art that hit like life in HD And show a broken heart, a hard truth, and a whole world in one beat But I’m just bein’ myself straight out the gate No fake mask, no rented angle, no borrowed face You gotta follow trends to blend, I’d rather set the pace Y’all thought I’d slow down, but I was only givin’ greatness space It’s my music, so for me it was never escape It was takin’ pain, givin’ it rhythm, then puttin’ purpose in place You came with beef, but missed the plate, because you swung too late No need to rage and foam and shake — I made composure look heavyweight JohnnieB ain’t stoppin’, that’s why they ache Because goin’ against the source feel different when the source got faith Life got good and evil both, and both still shape But I know how to hold the whole damn spectrum and still stay straight So even if they talked that shit, I’d still have the self-worth to create Still be myself regardless of the names these dumb fucks wanna paint The bad side ain’t all of me, and the good side ain’t all I make I’m the one that hold both hands and still decide the road I take Once again, they want a scapegoat for the weight they can’t carry But I’m the Real Goat, motherfucker — I built the path they walk already Call me the GOAT ’cause I’m the real escape, Everybody’s chase, but they still can’t take my place, I guess that’s what happens when the real one set the pace, They wanna copy me and still deny who changed the game, That’s why they call me the Real Goat when they say my name.