All Gold Everything (Sunday Night Sixteens)

Intro

They not gon’ believe this
You know exactly what it is, right?
Yeah… you know

Hook
Show em all m.i
Cold all in my veins

Verse
I see my people Vibin’ / im tippin’ my fitted low
Trippin’ off some liquor / L, I fill it with some dro
Been a sinner, born a winner / kinda bitter but I’m cold
Threw a brick but I was living at the bottom, so its okay
What you know about it? Not a thing / I’ma scholar
Tryna find the ‘Art of Happiness’ / Dalai Lama
Tryna find a peace of mind / it’s prollie in a bottle
Of some purple / I’m returning wit some work & I’ma problem
I been stallin’
But I’m back up in this bitch tho
Like a nigga ex, you done had it but you hit tho
Citgo, y’all gassed / I’ma live for-
Ever through these rhymes / yeah, I said it – I’ma prick so
What? I don’t give a fuck… nothing
They ain’t talking bout it / I ain’t hear a single subject
Substance… I don’t got it either / ‘fck up’
Been a hypocrite, I’m just finding out I’ma fck up
Ah well, my lucks up / I’ma hustla
Always been, I had to get the funds up / nuff’ of the bullsht
I’m through with it / Cool, so I make it so the muse wit it
& if you was in the room for the past 12 years, skipping parties, tryna make a beat so you can get your
Peers to go n bounce, & nothing ever happened / you would doubt it too
I’m human like everybody / nothing I gotta prove
M.i up in this booth
Riding on the liars over loops
Eything gold & the muthafckn gun too
007 flow / I’ma hunter when I’m loose
Ohh

Bitch I’m out here tryna function…

Hook