Gold Bottles

Riding in the jeep in miami, took off the doors
They like, yea

They like, young nigga, young nigga you the GOAT
Me, my nigga, caught in a jam, we will not fold
Riding in the Jeep in Miami, took off the doors
My neck been kinda heavy, these links, they got me froze
This the life we chose, yea, yea
Thankful for my mama, I'm her rose, yea
December would come early, it was cold autumns
Now we in the suite drinking Gold Bottles

Walking thru the streets of Palm Beach, I was livid
Living in the honda, it was hell when I was in it
You can never comprehend why I do what I do
I stumbled out my Jordans now Givenchy on my shoes
Don't worry bout these niggas, got too much I got to lose
I work for all I got, I do me and you do you
Rocc, go head and pour the Tron'
We been grinding now we on
Seasons change, and niggas gone
And now we winning
Young nigga, in the flesh
Big drip, big chest
Gold links, slight flex
Fuck 12, no vest
No 69, but you can call the drip the Treyway
Saucing hard, since back in Pre-K
Me and Rocc like Craig and DayDay
I copped this bitch straight from the city
Eat my dick I know she with it
What I want I go and get it
Right or wrong, it's my decision
Now, who poppin'
On the frontline, like pussy niggas always watching
But on the low, they like, they like,they like

Young nigga, young nigga you the GOAT
Me, my nigga, caught in a jam, we will not fold
Riding in the Jeep in Miami, took off the doors
My neck been kinda heavy, these links, they got me froze
This the life we chose, yea, yea
Thankful for my mama, I'm her rose, yea
December would come early, it was cold autumns
Now we in the suite drinking Gold Bottles

I hope that they can see me, just know that I'm still improving
Grew up in the tropics, the optics is just illusions
Cutting people off that ain' worthy, that cause confusion
Throwing ones on strippers, these bitches they just amusement
But I am, old school like a 93' caddy
And it's long live my pops, so I be stunting like my daddy
I put the MK on my wrist but got no time for no sympathy
Stayed down for this moment, knew it would come eventually
But hold on, I need it now can't prolong
Thinking bout Asia, I'm so gone
We ain' been together in so long
Hate that I hurt you, I'm so wrong
But you know, it's two sides to every story
It's a lot that come with this shit
But trust me, I'm never worried,cause

Young nigga, young nigga you the GOAT
Me, my nigga, caught in a jam, we will not fold
Riding in the Jeep in Miami, took off the doors
My neck been kinda heavy, these links, they got me froze
This the life we chose, yea, yea
Thankful for my mama, I'm her rose, yea
December would come early, it was cold autumns
Now we in the suite drinking Gold Bottles
Yea,Yea