Golden Ticket

Open invitation, told them welcome to the wave
Walking through existence with a foot inside the grave
First generation greatness, this a road I had to pave
Calculated risks so I can triple what I've made made
Cellular devices, fluctuating prices, and sacrifices, bag of Za to satisfy the vices
I know the knife is powerless when they got sticks like ISIS
So I'm just living like the Christ is to avoid the crisis
Tryna make a point they get so caught up in the game
Sniper with the mission got precision with the aim
And I told y'all they gon hate me when I pull up in they lane
The world is cold as ever, nothing when you got the flame
Moving like a ghost I'm sure you didn't notice
Broken lenses, tryna see me when you lacking focus
Hocus pocus, making magic for the win again
Mixing, Harry Potter in the kitchen for the dividends



Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Brown
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