Gold Standard
I'm the grotto smokin gelato like morgensterns
Please don't turn ya kid into an orphan Mr officer
Doggie I'm offering nothing but this rebellion
This is Violent Contender Motherfucker not Jon Bellion
The Gold standard grind for the Benjamin's like I'm Shelton
Ain't no telling cuz he might have it on him like Raymond Felton
We throwing parties up in the capri bitch not the Hilton
This the first disobedience peace up to John Milton
Listen
Pigs is haram to me
Chop em and fry up the pot with some collard greens
They only listen when we hurt economies
Government hos get Gomorrah and sodomy
From deep inside of me see the dichotomy
No You ain't real though you whole flow is robbery
Livin dishonorably lie lie to yourself but i know you can't lie to me
Straight like splatter gallbladders I am right back
Third rail when I Hit the track
This soul fire like a pipe full of smack
Slap y'all through school buses and fake taxis
Your mother is nasty I'm getting head like Apaches
War within like incredible hulk while I'm sippin one
Half drunk and I'm half baked drivin through the lane like a one and dones
No Greg Oden got the finest odors cop a king cobra never been sober
Fucked up man I'm a step slower but I'm on the pavement like a payloader
No payola I don't sniff yola I'm the ayatollah
I'll light your eye hole up, shit ain't sweet I add a splash a cola
Man You bitches simping just for areolas
While I skate off the coast via Pensacola
Bitch I'm hot like Obama with drone controllers
Y'all Can't control us
Lookin mad stressed, slam you on your dome like a tazzplex
Sacred Meditation, Self mediacted ancient
Herbalism like an Aztec
Got bad neck from cop lovin, fuckin, suckin dick and licking boots
Lined up at the kissing booth, while she worship me like a hidden truth
Got the walls talking likes it's hidden temple
They all watching us cuz we're the fucking samples
Bitch you know what I'm Planning Gregorian chants and bodega candles
Kyrie with the fuckin handles
Another rapper chain on my mantle
Fuck with me, I'm Like Mickey turn ya fucking face to a can of Campbell's
Please don't turn ya kid into an orphan Mr officer
Doggie I'm offering nothing but this rebellion
This is Violent Contender Motherfucker not Jon Bellion
The Gold standard grind for the Benjamin's like I'm Shelton
Ain't no telling cuz he might have it on him like Raymond Felton
We throwing parties up in the capri bitch not the Hilton
This the first disobedience peace up to John Milton
Listen
Pigs is haram to me
Chop em and fry up the pot with some collard greens
They only listen when we hurt economies
Government hos get Gomorrah and sodomy
From deep inside of me see the dichotomy
No You ain't real though you whole flow is robbery
Livin dishonorably lie lie to yourself but i know you can't lie to me
Straight like splatter gallbladders I am right back
Third rail when I Hit the track
This soul fire like a pipe full of smack
Slap y'all through school buses and fake taxis
Your mother is nasty I'm getting head like Apaches
War within like incredible hulk while I'm sippin one
Half drunk and I'm half baked drivin through the lane like a one and dones
No Greg Oden got the finest odors cop a king cobra never been sober
Fucked up man I'm a step slower but I'm on the pavement like a payloader
No payola I don't sniff yola I'm the ayatollah
I'll light your eye hole up, shit ain't sweet I add a splash a cola
Man You bitches simping just for areolas
While I skate off the coast via Pensacola
Bitch I'm hot like Obama with drone controllers
Y'all Can't control us
Lookin mad stressed, slam you on your dome like a tazzplex
Sacred Meditation, Self mediacted ancient
Herbalism like an Aztec
Got bad neck from cop lovin, fuckin, suckin dick and licking boots
Lined up at the kissing booth, while she worship me like a hidden truth
Got the walls talking likes it's hidden temple
They all watching us cuz we're the fucking samples
Bitch you know what I'm Planning Gregorian chants and bodega candles
Kyrie with the fuckin handles
Another rapper chain on my mantle
Fuck with me, I'm Like Mickey turn ya fucking face to a can of Campbell's
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Writer(s): James Kuna
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