Gold

Ill admit it I'll admit it

You don't do it less you spit it

You don't smoke less you lit it

You stop workin' you gon quit it uh

 

Man that first line comes from drakes shit

But everyone here knows that drakes shit

Fake ass shit damn he should quit

Dont diss me cuz I'm writing my own script

 

Damn, but i just took one of his rhymes

Ballin like I'm rondo on the court tossing dimes

Take tequila shots then suck on limes

I don't care call me Justin but this shit aint one time

 

Uh, when I aint rappin boy I'm trappin

Fucking it up like I'm fucking slapping the captain, Morgan!

Man this shit is kinda boring!

Pop a molly so it prevents me from snoring! Shit

 

Bang, there goes that fucking gun shot

Rich gang, boy we're sitting on the yacht

Not to worried bout a plot

Coast of Florida boy I'm feeling kinda hot

Boy i don't fuck with thots

Lace you up like a damn not

Drop it low bitch like a squat

So much money call me a cash crop

 

Yeah hoe, that how this shit go

From the 6 side treading in the snow

Im white so i can't grow a fro

And i don't drive that cars that go kinda slow

 

Soft piano beat damn I'm feeling myself

Not a sinner but ill go to hell

Put these words together like i fucking weld

Im exploding like a shit after taco bell

 

Shit the beat going back

Sitting here kinda wishing that my skin was black

Also your bitch sitting on my cack

God damn they say nicky graves rapping whack

He from the suburbs boy not from the trap

But I'm guessing he's got a glock sitting in his strap

He got that rich shit, a gps not a map

He goes up on stage the crowd start to clap when he rap