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