Gold

I've got a dopamine rush, Hol' up
I need to check my vitals
Eye sight on point, my vision's the gold standard
I'm a cold blooded mammal in a yellow Porsche on a rampage
Like harambes' ghost looking for answers
I'm on a mission to know what the fuck is happenin'
Homie, gas me up I'm 'bout to shoot off into the atmosphere
Rocket thrusters on my hips, casually hopping into Mars like a starship
These are straight up fax bitch and I'm just as down to earth when I'm landing
On the Atlas 'cause I know where my roots is
Heavens on my shoulders 'cause I'm done being Hubris
So I hid my shadow in a Rufus
Mama said I could be anything, became a bootable disk
A pseudo armor for the soul when I'm plugged into the matrix
The deeper that I go the room shrinkens to a makeshift portal
And I still gotta pay for a facelift
Bitch get the fuck away from my sandwich
I got laments about the conditions of employment
Homeless in the heart "kssht kssht" deploy the warhead
Destroy emotions that then pause you in the middle of a side mission
That moment you realize, homie you fucked up

Lord what do I gotta do
I might be little loose
Probably more than you
Everything I did for the money
Now I'm spinnin' round the totem
Infinitely hungry

Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now

Dreaming of a better life, in a better place where the sun don't set
Loved ones don't split from the face of the earth like Ursa Major
I'm pretty concerned about the present nature
Seen better days, seen homies hate although they got food on their plates
That's why I'm built different
Got the city on my shoulders
I rep my people, you rep cheese cakes and fake weights uhh
Haters get in the ring with me, they heads snap
No cap, then I put a shotty in they mouths: total blackout
Time is running out, I better watch out
The gears reciprocate with every step that I take
So I let my mind penetrate the continuum of space
Turn stone plaques to gold
Gold turn to greed
Greed turn to more desire to be seen by the world and the cycle repeats

Lord what do I gotta do
I might be little loose
Probably more than you
Everything I did for the money
Now I'm spinnin' round the totem
Infinitely hungry

Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Get the gold
Get the gold and the bags
Get the gold, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now