Eddie Murphy Golden Child Hat

Intro

As I take down my two strand twist
And hit this spliff
Contemplating in conversations with my inner kid like
“Did I make you proud?”
Or “Did I travel down routes you wouldn’t have did?”
Trynna get it like how I live
And “Did I fuck bitches you wouldn’t have hit?”
Inquisitively searching through vowels in my brain
It isn’t simply purpose, we smile through our pain
Tribulations and trials we contrive to maintain
With only being hours away
I still feel so far from what I define as my cage
Kept my mind astray
With psilocybin and what was compiled in my safe
Every time a nigga dies, his soul gets monetized
Seems we’re only worth more when not alive
That’s why that death clause written in fine
Above that dotted line that you signed
I heard it’s regular practice, it’s probably lies
Cause if I didn’t decline at 1.5
My eyes would never not be inside them blinds
Paranoia great as two pair sequoias
Stay away from hoes who barely know you
Contain composure
Don’t be afraid to grow up
Roll up them roaches when you’re at your lowest
It be like that, I know it
How we can target all the the accounts
To amount new audience
Nigga this my
Faustian bargain with the devil
I made offerings like all my favorite artists did
And still ain’t make it, ain’t that some shit
Not a plaque nor a platinum hit
Could combat the act of sin
When that door entered within
Granting me VVS shackles
To tassel my wrist to contractual bids
A freed soul can always be trapped again
Even temptations let David back in gig
Still wait patient, faithfully for your tragic end
It be the ones that even clap at you
When stay on your pivot
And grasp the grass with all 10
Aaron Salt just poured me a glass in my Benz
I want to teach you the game so bad
But it cost me so much
Everything I had I gave it my last
And hopes assault us
And a mountain of stuff
I never need it but
When broke I pleaded
When all I fiend for is trust
Feeling beneath me
When at my most egregious
And it still wasn’t enough
The shroom does look just like fish food
The moon’s dust covered me in crystals
And granted me safe passage
To the inner Earth’s most intricate and intimate rituals
The ayahuasca got me in pigeon view
Alibaba me from different dimension pools
Turning my living room
Into a liminal distant familiar spoof
Uncouth, but somehow still astute
Unroot every truth I planted
Like figs falling from what’s to bear from
Fruits landing in the palm of your hands to bloom
The plan consumes
And you’re left with the power to choose
You know the rules nigga
It’s you that bends motherfucker and not the spoon

Outro