Golden ft. $@^^ Lyrics

Got you dead, you're in a coffin

Fire will make you drop dead

Brick and Sam like Groot and Rocket

Making bops them hopping off it

We so good we cannot stop it

Making songs, they never flopping

Golden got it, never stopping

Winning is the only option

Wanna hit it?

I got it real quick

Hit the curb like it was cement

Bright lights in the eyes like a beacon

Wanna talk crap but you don't gotta reason

Jealous of the medal around my neck

If this was chess I'm cashing checks

Take your queen and guess what's next

Little stab in the back with a pawn from the left

Saint Brick when I'm giving out gifts

It's lit

Quiet the beat like I'm pleading the fifth

Yo, dissing dirt like I'm washing a dish

Making you torn with the fire I lit it

Johnny Storm would be proud of my spitting

Feeling aloof when I check the statistics

Raise the roof cause the whole house I'm lifting

Stacking up chips real high like I'm playing the alto

Passing up third base cause I hit it out though

Save all my songs I see you hit the download

Underground rapper, I slap on the down low

How though?

They saying wow bro

When did your music become all about dough?

The moment you didn't come up in support

But change up for success and say that you weren't doubtful

Ooh now bari sax

Telling the truth all the time when I rap

Mmm that's facts

Speed up the next line got my foot on the gas

Hopped on a beat and I killed it like Jesus

When I go crazy they calling me Yeezus

Mix of the best win the cup like some Reese's

Dropped a new song and you don't know the reason

Seeing you fall, I'm changing the season

I got you sick is that why you sneezing

Make a new diss and you always start fleeing

I'm going I got it cause Brick never leaving

Like what, you say a lot

Making me laugh, like ha

I'll make it big, I'll just start with Tough Luck

The streams don't succeed but that's not what I want

I'm selling these records, you take it like candy

Your headphones and Brick are like Billy and Mandy

I hopped on a beat and then killed it like Gacy

I gotta work hard cause there is not a plan b

Got you dead, you're in a coffin

Fire will make you drop dead

Brick and Sam like Groot and Rocket

Making bops them hopping off it

We so good we cannot stop it

Making songs they never flopping

Golden got it, never stopping

Winning is the only option