Goldman Sachs
Man fuck the police
Kush is my remedy I write a little melody
Feel like just like a different entity
All my feelings in disguise like I got a new identity
(Who the fuck is he?)
(You see it really means a lot to me)
I got mob ties, hit you cross-eyed
Imma slide up on you like a water slide
Drip or drown but I only glide
(Bad bitch on my hip like a glock two shots gets you movin' right)
Never could recall how I started off the fuckin' night
But I'm feeling fuckin' good might just go and cop a blunt
Cuz my dealer in the hood servin' up the sacks like he works for Goldman Sachs
Running up the bills you would think that I was runnin' track
(Mix it with the soda that's that pure white crack)
And I told myself I wouldn't so I'm never goin' back
Kush is my remedy I write a little melody
Feel like just like a different entity
All my feelings in disguise like I got a new identity
(Who the fuck is he?)
(You see it really means a lot to me)
I got mob ties, hit you cross-eyed
Imma slide up on you like a water slide
Drip or drown but I only glide
(Bad bitch on my hip like a glock two shots gets you movin' right)
Never could recall how I started off the fuckin' night
But I'm feeling fuckin' good might just go and cop a blunt
Cuz my dealer in the hood servin' up the sacks like he works for Goldman Sachs
Running up the bills you would think that I was runnin' track
Kush is my remedy I write a little melody
Feel like just like a different entity
All my feelings in disguise like I got a new identity
(Who the fuck is he?)
(You see it really means a lot to me)
I got mob ties, hit you cross-eyed
Imma slide up on you like a water slide
Drip or drown but I only glide
(Bad bitch on my hip like a glock two shots gets you movin' right)
Never could recall how I started off the fuckin' night
But I'm feeling fuckin' good might just go and cop a blunt
Cuz my dealer in the hood servin' up the sacks like he works for Goldman Sachs
Running up the bills you would think that I was runnin' track
(Mix it with the soda that's that pure white crack)
And I told myself I wouldn't so I'm never goin' back
Kush is my remedy I write a little melody
Feel like just like a different entity
All my feelings in disguise like I got a new identity
(Who the fuck is he?)
(You see it really means a lot to me)
I got mob ties, hit you cross-eyed
Imma slide up on you like a water slide
Drip or drown but I only glide
(Bad bitch on my hip like a glock two shots gets you movin' right)
Never could recall how I started off the fuckin' night
But I'm feeling fuckin' good might just go and cop a blunt
Cuz my dealer in the hood servin' up the sacks like he works for Goldman Sachs
Running up the bills you would think that I was runnin' track
Credits
Writer(s): Toby Ziemba
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