Golden Arms

I keep my third eye twenty-twenty, everything looking sunny

Gods told me, "nothing move but the money, Money"

Headstrong, backbone, hit them on a batphone

Could there be back home? Feeling like fresh chrome

Something for your headphone, build the establishment

Quit while you're ahead, save the embarassment

Elect me for president, thought I was irrelevant?

Battled all the elements, overcome their hardships

And struggled with accountants, shit got rocky

I trained in the mountains, now the world is mine

Got us spraying from the fountains, drive by the housing

Reminisce, take a piss, staircase, we made thousands!

We was Park Hill, rugrats, fishermen, thug hats

Five dollar snapbacks, never got no love back

That's why I sold packs, damn right I stole that!

Granule, hold that, now I want the whole stack

Changed my life, now it's rap, ain't no turning back

(Tell, tell) Golden Arms "maintain the fort"! x4

I'm on a mission, bred from the poorest conditions

Baby fed from the pots from the poorest of kitchens

Got bread in the streets, from the rawest addiction

Made a 180 turn, with the Lord's conviction

It's a riding prison

Keep the iron to my side, to avoid the friction

In this modern day slavery I survived the lynching

With no rap pension the price of living is too high

Two jobs working, this nigga is too tired

No more babies, she needs them tubes tied

Word on the tweets, "I heard he's a new guy"

"Heard he was too fly", damn maybe we should get scooped by a new ride

The ghetto's up in flames, think we should calm down

My insides is evil, you in the wrong town

Whatever you want, better watch yourself x2