Golden (feat. SYX)
Wo
Got the whole gang rolling
Nigga a lot of big mans with me
Big dog
Got a lot of thick chains on me
Was doing shit for fun
But think I see the fame coming
That's why I fuck no bitch
Until I put the cover on it
Skull ring on my hand
I know they scared of me
I punch you in your face and leave you as a dead homie
Man you was never real
I watched these niggas tell on me
But they still need the boy
Cause I know they depend on me
No free beats
No more fakes can fuck with me
(Pay in cash)
Like you can see I'm tryna get some ice on me
I switch it up don't need my flow to match the beat
(Don't need that shit)
I set the trend and make them niggas copy me (Copy)
Your bitch with me
She rolling up my dope for me
I cross the sea
Nah me go set my people free
The chosen one like Moses
It just had to be
Remember feeling down
But now I'm high on weed
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Baby why you so down?
Call my phone when you're lonely
Got my dogs in the pound
Tell the feds free my homies
I've been sipping lean
Looking so clean
You won't believe
What I've seen in the street
OG kush got me tripping so hard
Trust no bitch, can't give no bitch my heart
In my lane I ain't talking bout cars
In my zone nigga you should stay far
Got sam hara on the beat, that be why the shit slap
Got some pussies in the back eat em up kit kat
Tryna get my mom a house so I can sneak bitches inside
Pussy niggas everywhere sneak around and you gon' die
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Ouuuuuuuu
Young Sam made that shit slap
Got the whole gang rolling
Nigga a lot of big mans with me
Big dog
Got a lot of thick chains on me
Was doing shit for fun
But think I see the fame coming
That's why I fuck no bitch
Until I put the cover on it
Skull ring on my hand
I know they scared of me
I punch you in your face and leave you as a dead homie
Man you was never real
I watched these niggas tell on me
But they still need the boy
Cause I know they depend on me
No free beats
No more fakes can fuck with me
(Pay in cash)
Like you can see I'm tryna get some ice on me
I switch it up don't need my flow to match the beat
(Don't need that shit)
I set the trend and make them niggas copy me (Copy)
Your bitch with me
She rolling up my dope for me
I cross the sea
Nah me go set my people free
The chosen one like Moses
It just had to be
Remember feeling down
But now I'm high on weed
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Baby why you so down?
Call my phone when you're lonely
Got my dogs in the pound
Tell the feds free my homies
I've been sipping lean
Looking so clean
You won't believe
What I've seen in the street
OG kush got me tripping so hard
Trust no bitch, can't give no bitch my heart
In my lane I ain't talking bout cars
In my zone nigga you should stay far
Got sam hara on the beat, that be why the shit slap
Got some pussies in the back eat em up kit kat
Tryna get my mom a house so I can sneak bitches inside
Pussy niggas everywhere sneak around and you gon' die
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Ouuuu ouuu
Yeah yeah
Ouuuuuuuu
Young Sam made that shit slap
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Writer(s): Tochi Obihara
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