Golden God

Aye, red light's on in the boulevard

That means business

Aye (Throw up in this bitch, I might)

(Corny bitches make me sick)

(I might throw up in this bitch)

(Throw up in this bitch) Gunna

Made man like Joe Pecsi

I need Deniro or I'll rob her

I had to skate, Wayne Gretzky

Called an Uber helicopter

Bought a pound from a Rasta

Bought the yayo from Miguel, though

Award shelf, need an Oscar

They need my merchandise on Melrose

David Bowie of my generation

Kill the Moet bottle with no hesitation

Came from public education

Ramen noodles with the bacon

I was workin' at Chipotle

I was finna have a baby

Went from stealin' outta Walmart

To President of Operations

Dub was working at the steel shop

Slim was working off of 1st block

We still roll together everyday

Except we might be on a private plane

Why would you ever come from nothing

And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?

They be askin' why I'm such a legend

I took so much acid, I be forgettin'

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm on the roof of the party

Still almost famous, still all the away dangerous

Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hangin' with the gangsters

The type that put the red beam on it

I ain't talkin' 'bout a laser

We the golden squad, we the golden squad

Double X, we the hardest

Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty

Shoulda never got us started

Motherfucker, I'm retarded

Do you know how I'm regarded?

King of underground, king of Cleveland town

King of marijuana gardens

I can't stop myself from coughin'

Four thousand dollar bong rip

Custom-made for the new house

Can't believe I never had shit

2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit

20/20 vision, see the future

Looks like the crown do fit

I am king of this new shit

Seven rings and a pool stick

8 Ball and a suede robe

Rockstars don't say no

This beat so flame, though

I forgot to say my name, though

Bitch, I'm G-U-double-N-A (Gunna!)

Never like my mother

Fighter, not a lover

Man, I'm wilding every summer

I ain't like my daddy

He religious, I'm with bitches burning rubber

Yeah, I'm a desperado, whiskey bottles

Thirty-eight, bang, bang, bang

My nose be on the same thing, thing

EST, that's the gang, gang, gang

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm on the roof of the party

Aye, bitch I thought it was a drought?

Aye, bitch I thought you had the clout?

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm on the roof of the party

Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

(Still all the way dangerous)