The G.O.A.T

(Intro: Stadium Crowd Roar fades in) (Ad-libs) Yeah! Hah! It’s greatness! Brady! Let’s go! Uh! [Verse 1] Came in sixth round, they ain’t see me comin’ 199, still turned nothin’ to somethin’ Foxborough winters, yeah I made ‘em hot From the first snap, had the league in shock Started as a back, now I’m leadin’ packs G.O.A.T in the flesh, put that stat on a plaque Seven rings heavy, you can hear ’em when I walk Every throw was a sermon, every play was a talk (Ad-libs) Talk to ‘em! Legacy! Ahh! Hah! I ain’t just a QB, I’m the system too Audible the pressure, know exactly what to do Readin’ cover threes like I’m readin’ the news No scramble needed when your mind don’t lose Clutch time killer, two-minute god Down by six? Just give me the squad 28-3? Man, that comeback’s law Falcons still haunted by what they saw (Ad-libs) Ice cold! Never fold! Yessir! [Chorus] I’m the G.O.A.T, yeah the trophy my twin Lombardi in the mirror, I be talkin’ to him Legacy eternal, can’t box me in Brady in the huddle? That’s automatic win I’m the G.O.A.T, write that in the script They doubted the kid, now I’m legend equipped Gisele by my side, still ballin’ with grace No cleats? No problem, I still own this place (Ad-libs) Who better?! Let’s talk! MVP vibes! [Verse 2] Montana was great, but I added some spice Manning was cool, but I beat him twice Left Bill B, then I silenced the hate Went to Tampa, and I still lift weight New ring, new city, same Brady style From Michigan turf to that Pirate isle Climbed every mountain, passed every test Stats in the sky and the jersey’s blessed (Texture note: Stadium synths swell in this verse) NFL icon, I’m the story they tell Even haters can’t help but yell “GOAT! GOAT!” when I drop that dime Final drive, every second is mine Helmet on straight, eyes locked in From the pocket, I dance like I know I’ll win Throw it to the post, Gronk in stride That chemistry real, can’t hide that pride (Ad-libs) That’s timing! That’s mastery! Legendary! [Bridge – Spoken Word Flow Over Halftime Beat Flip] They ain’t believe… until the confetti fell. They ain’t respect… until I made history repeat itself. I ain’t need flash, just precision and class. I ain’t chase clout, I just passed every task. From Spygate to Deflategate — yeah, I took that hate Turned it to fuel, that’s why I’m truly great. [Chorus Repeat] I’m the G.O.A.T, yeah the trophy my twin Lombardi in the mirror, I be talkin’ to him Legacy eternal, can’t box me in Brady in the huddle? That’s automatic win I’m the G.O.A.T, write that in the script They doubted the kid, now I’m legend equipped Gisele by my side, still ballin’ with grace No cleats? No problem, I still own this place (Ad-libs) Icon! The Phantom! Hah! All Time! [Verse 3 – Final Verse, Victory Mode] Y’all talk rings? I’m a jewelry store Playoff god, made the field my floor Every Sunday was like a warzone blitz But I stood tall while the pocket splits No retreat, no loss in my soul I’m the ice in the veins when the moment’s cold Passed Drew in yards, passed Joe in rings Passed time itself, I define kings (Layered vocal textures build here) No scriptwriter could’ve penned it better The kid from Cali, now a football meta Legacy rich, richer than most Gave ‘em all meals, now I’m makin’ the toast (Ad-libs) Cheers to the G.O.A.T! 12 forever! Every jersey I wore — iconic Every down I played — symphonic TB12? That’s a damn religion I’m the reason they redefine precision [Outro – Fading Choral Effect + Crowd Roar] Go ahead, build statues, I earned the throne All them records? I made ‘em my own From draft night pain to seven-ring gain Brady be the storm that dance in the rain