Golden Ticket

Lately I been chillin'
I been chillin' took some loses did some spiritual healing
Had to cut one of my dogs he couldn't see the vision
Told him 'bout the masterplan be he ain't wanna hear it
When it come to the pape these niggas not coherent (Niggas not coherent)

This ain't Willy Wonka but I got the golden ticket
I was broke and it was time to fix it, strap my nuts, lets get it
Life a taxi meter, time is money, always ticking
Feeling like its bread around my hands is sweaty, palms itching (Palms itching)

Is you in it to survive or be really living? (Or be really living)
My kindness get taken for granted so its no mo' giving (No more giving)
I'm rocking V-Lone with no friends but I got good intentions
But the buffs they came from France I'm balling like a Piston
2020 wide body drive it like Fast and Furious
I see she trust me with her life she sucking while I'm steering it
Say she love me I told lil baby she so delirious
Bust a nut all on her chin she asked me "Why so serious?"
Pullin' up to Eddie V got a table for Tay (Table for Tay)
Hopping out of a two seater, hand the keys to valet
The waitress brining out the order $100 for the plate
I been praying of these moments you know God is great (Amen)
If you tryna play I send ya' dawg to heaven gates
Got some cpl shooters come on and do it, throw yo life away (Throw yo life away)
Up at 5 a.m. working finding my purpose got no time to waste
It don't really take me much but a blunt just to concentrate (Just to concentrate)

This ain't Willy Wonka but I got the Golden Ticket (Got the golden ticket)
I was broke and it was time to fix it, strap my nuts, lets get it (Lets get it)
Life a taxi meter, time is money, always ticking (Always ticking)
Feeling like its bread around my hands is sweaty, palms itching (Okay)

My conscious won't let me chill 'til I complete the mission ('Til I complete the mission)
Catch me in the deep end swimming with the biggest fishes (Biggest fishes)
I might take out 20k and make Johnny my dentist
Not affili' of 150 but seeing no limit
What you know 'bout hitting the road and going state to state?
Count the stash up in the crib is when I celebrate
Two different classes you a feather I'ma heavyweight
I hear 'em asking for the tape but right now I'm focused on some pape (On some pape)
Riding through the city with switchy and got flicked by the jakes
I'm telling Dee "All gas nigga no brakes" (No brakes)
Hop on 75 and drive this bitch like you got road rage (Skrt skrt)
I ain't talking gas we got B.P. bitch that's Been Paid (What up Drako)
5k for the carty frames cause they throwing shade (Throwing shade)
I ain't rich but my vision far from section eight (Section eight)
I don't want no fake love rather have real hate
Niggas two faced but I ain't really tripping got no shoe lace

This ain't Willy Wonka but I got the golden ticket (Got the golden ticket)
I was broke and it was time to fix it, strap my nuts, lets get it (Lets get it)
Life a taxi meter, time is money, always ticking (Always ticking)
Feeling like its bread around my hands is sweaty, palms itching (Palms itching)



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Writer(s): Grant Taylor
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