GOAT RAP (Can’t Nobody Do It Like Me)

[Intro]
Yeah
They tryna be like me (woo)
But they can’t, though
Look
[Verse 1]
I walk in, whole room go quiet
Big talk, but they never gon’ try it
I’m the storm in the middle of the riot
You the rumor, I’m the one that supply it
Used to be broke, same hoodie all week
Now the chain heavy, got it draggin' my sleeve
Whole team eatin', I was fastin' for this feast
You was tappin’ on the screen, I was tattin’ up my dreams
I don’t chase trends, I retire 'em
You scroll, I inspire 'em
You post quotes, I write 'em
You bite flows, I design 'em
Name in they mouth like fluoride
Really I’ve been cold since junior high
They talk big numbers on the timeline
But can’t add up when it’s you and I (nah)
[Chorus]
They tryna be like me, but they can’t, though
Can’t nobody do it like me, that’s a fact, bro (that’s a fact)
Bitch, I’m the best, better act like you know
From the first bar hit to the last outro
They tryna be like me, but they can’t, though
Can’t nobody do it like me, that’s a fact, bro (woo)
Say you top dog? We gon' see how that go
Bitch, I’m the best, better act like you know
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Midwest raised, made different
Turn pain into pay, great business
You chase clout, I chase distance
You play safe, I break limits
I don’t gotta flex, that’s a reflex
Every line hit harder than a heat check
I don’t need a blue check, I need respect
You want likes, I want rechecks
Whole catalog snap, no filler
You got cap in your rap like a filter
Say you got heart, but it shiver in the mirror
I been outside, every year gettin' realer
Big talk, but you sound like echoes
Big shoes, but you walk with tiptoes
I stand on the hill that I built on my ten toes
You stand in the comments, throwin' middle school insults (lame)
[Chorus]
They tryna be like me, but they can’t, though
Can’t nobody do it like me, that’s a fact, bro (that’s a fact)
Bitch, I’m the best, better act like you know
From the first bar hit to the last outro
They tryna be like me, but they can’t, though
Can’t nobody do it like me, that’s a fact, bro (hey)
Say you top dog? We gon' see how that go
Bitch, I’m the best, better act like you know

rap, Aggressive Midwest hip-hop banger, male vocals. Dark, swung drums and snarling bass, sharp piano stabs doubling with eerie synth bells. Verses packed and relentless, punchy doubles on key punchlines. Hook explodes with gang vocals and stop-and-go drops for crowd chants. Ad-libs tucked wide and gritty, vocal sits dry and upfront with a heavy, chest-thumping low end., hardcore hip hop, hip hop, hardcore, male vocals