Goat

Yeah, it’s Brody on the counter. Keep the carbonation high got the cream at the bottom watch the bubbles at the sky.

See the frost on the glass that’s the ice in my veins sweetest flow in the city. I’m shaking off the chains. It’s a masterpiece brewing. Check the fizz check the coat. Every line and spinning is a winning season vote stir it up sip it slow let the melody promote Brody’s in the kitchen and I’m really at the throat they know winning isn’t just about the score. It’s about staying solid while a crowd roars they don’t know. I’m a king. They just be hating Brody always rapping on the flow while driving on the go and drinking Rootbeer floats. While sitting on a boat staying in afloat just thinking about why people call me to GOAT