GoldenEye (feat. Ray-D-Ology)

I'm on a path
Where a psychopath
Would call his Mom
You do the math
After tax
I'm Still dropping bombs
I can't relax
Stress the fact
I got it going on
I Made a pact to my pack
We'll only get stronger
Beware of evils from the clout
Cause It will steer you wrong
But If you tuned in with yourself
You knew this all along
I been working off the clock
You have no clue at all
They say I'm humble
But I'm stumbling
From wall to wall
Wish to leave the drink alone
Do too much thinking alone
Don't pass me the microphone
I'm about puke my corazon
All over the sticky floor
Gotta keep it risky though
Talk about excitement
I would kill you on the 64
GoldenEye that's double o
Seven I was just a little kid
Such an asshole then
I probably wouldn't let my own
Hang with em
I picked up a pen
Who said I stabbed you
Cause I didn't
Keep the street fame
I'm built different
I've been going in with the syllables
Cut the cord
Umbilical
That Boy is Critical
See through subliminals
Signs from the Universe
Inspire me for another verse
Been gifted
Broke curses
So we don't feel worthless
Rep Mount Vernon, Washington
Where I was Birthed
Claiming that you're
From the town
Ain't what I heard
Got the essence
Of a Leader why I'm blessed
I Read your energy
Now Say it with your chest bitch

As soon as that plane touch down
We need a recon my boy
Immediately
It's time to formulate that plan
We've been talking about
So just gather up the goons
And meet me at the Rendezvous

You see it in my eyes
I'm golden
I'm a real man
Play it smart like Brosnan
In 95 got a real plan
006 get you killed
Quicker than quick sand
I'm bossed up
All motivation
No hard luck
N64 with a silencer
Keep it all tucked
I'm talking Biz
No speaking until it's all up
Money on the table
Keep it quiet then you ball up
Homicide detective gone get you
You talking all tough
Stay silent when you come around
Momma taught me be a Man
Daddy taught me how to get around
I'm out this world writing heaters
Flying jet packs
Only want jet lag
Focusing on this craft
I'm a monster
Homie I'll take you hostage
With words that I'm jotting
I'm raps newest prospect
In shorter words
It means that your boy all in
Got it with a ball pen
Got Tired of starving
Im an artist
Get graphic collages
And mosh pits
Riding in Aston martins
With rockets
I'm flyer then a spy is
I'm it
Rhymes lit
So many questions
From people I get
Who's that
What's this dope shit
You and your crew
Doing the most with
Yeah I know take a toast
All my homies sipping
On that motherfucking Antidote

Just wanted to call and let you know bro
We Made It Out
Don't call back on this number though
Toss that phone



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Writer(s): Cristian Zavala
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