Verse 1 :
2024 our outfits are vintage and old
Our prices are still hot
Liras in our pockets the first of the year
Pounds in our pockets, the end of the year
I'm still in Tehran (Got it under control)
Flag is still flowing (We Rock)
He ain't like us
And if he is, he is just a sketch of us
Pants crotch is loose on the floor
Stock up on winter provisions
Cops only ask for selfies
Ain't hitting no problem when the whole city follows us
Our looks, faces and voices are scary
Says whooh like it's an AK
Rates are high and numbers are solid
Your acts barely scratches the surface
Chorus :
Now they're calling me the G(G.O.A.T)
They're calling me the G-they calling me the G
Now they're talking bout me(US)
They're talking bout me-they talking bout me
Now they're calling me the G(G.O.A.T)
They're talking bout me
If I go bad, I will be on top of you
Will be on top of you
Verse 2 :
The lion was asleep this year
Now he is here to write Persian rap
Got a flower in my hand and a knife in my pocket
I've seen so many vipers in people's bosoms
Street, I became the one that you wanted
One day I'll crush everyone with my
I'm a kind boy but a beast inside
Have paid some blood money before
Close people turn their back on me
I don't chug from the bottle any more
I don't hit 2Gs of smoke in the morning
It smells like people all around me
No bodyguards with me and I'm roaming in Tehran
People are my homies, unlike my ''homies''
They take photos of us where ever we go to
It's water off a duck's back for me
Chorus :
Now they're calling me the G(G.O.A.T)
They're calling me the G-they calling me the G
Now they're talking bout me(US)
They're talking bout me-they talking bout me
Now they're calling me the G(G.O.A.T)
They're talking bout me
If I go bad, I will be on top of you
Will be on top of you
Verse 3 :
It was a long way from the south of the city
We had fun in the streets instead of the gallery
Benevolence is a must at first and then business
Time passes for us heart fully
I run a race even with a Splint on my foot
I know you want to be like us
I'm still present in the streets
Life is not like what it's written in the books
I experienced blood, good and bad, outside (Streets)
Frameworks, money and street
As far as I can remember, The police has always been checking our pockets
We were always outside the framework
Keep the Grudges of many years in my chest
Hatred is always by my side
One day your head will be on my plate
Revenge is coming