Golden (feat. Parley)
In my pocket a Trojan and I'm feeling really golden
This Henny and that haze got me feelin like floatin
The ice up on my chain got me feelin really cold and-
Wishin for success that's what i'm really hopin
This life made me sign a cross up on my chest
Got me writin rhymes just wishin for the best
Ain't goin back to the past and the presents where I sit
Headin for the future so you know we comin next
Pulled up in the charger now you know that's a flex
Cause i'm 18 and i'm runnin up a check
So say it with your chest yo and please come correct
Fuckin with a pimp I walk around with respect
Need a couple grams so you know i'm on deck
Got the pistol on the dresser loaded with a full clip
But I ain't got no time for the drama or no diss
So if you want problems I could really throw my fists
And I could really throw my fists
You know i'm really with the shit
I dont really throw the fist
Got his bitch she suckin dick
Got a rocket in my pocket i could really blow the clip
What a dis
I dont really like to miss
Got a pussy boy that's lackin got my dick up in his bitch
I don't miss
I put two pills she swish
I got molly in soda i can't think i can't sit
Bitch on my level then I fuckin dip
Got a hotel for privacy im in his bitch
I can't
Seem to find a reason why when
You decided i forget them
You don't miss me when she ridin on me she on me
I can't
Seem to find a reason why them
You decided not tonight then
You don't miss me when she ridin
She on me
On me
This Henny and that haze got me feelin like floatin
The ice up on my chain got me feelin really cold and-
Wishin for success that's what i'm really hopin
This life made me sign a cross up on my chest
Got me writin rhymes just wishin for the best
Ain't goin back to the past and the presents where I sit
Headin for the future so you know we comin next
Pulled up in the charger now you know that's a flex
Cause i'm 18 and i'm runnin up a check
So say it with your chest yo and please come correct
Fuckin with a pimp I walk around with respect
Need a couple grams so you know i'm on deck
Got the pistol on the dresser loaded with a full clip
But I ain't got no time for the drama or no diss
So if you want problems I could really throw my fists
And I could really throw my fists
You know i'm really with the shit
I dont really throw the fist
Got his bitch she suckin dick
Got a rocket in my pocket i could really blow the clip
What a dis
I dont really like to miss
Got a pussy boy that's lackin got my dick up in his bitch
I don't miss
I put two pills she swish
I got molly in soda i can't think i can't sit
Bitch on my level then I fuckin dip
Got a hotel for privacy im in his bitch
I can't
Seem to find a reason why when
You decided i forget them
You don't miss me when she ridin on me she on me
I can't
Seem to find a reason why them
You decided not tonight then
You don't miss me when she ridin
She on me
On me
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Allsop
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