Golden Era

Verse 1

Fam really flippin grams while I'd kick the can
Slugs in the street spinning like a ceiling fan
Every blunt laced, people dying over residue
Death round the corner everywhere I need a better view
Shells in tandem, couple grazing my Helly Hansen
Felons camping quick to send you to hell with Manson
Tryna survive while we ducking the baseheads
Coke wave heavy the 12 lookin to hang 10
Raised off the Tommy Hil plus the Ralph Lauren
Staring out the blinds, loaded like Malcolm X
Paranoia tryna fly with a flock
Flip birds wrong town you highlighted in chalk, look
These boys festive thinkin the game dress up
Big worms come to collect, strap in the dresser
I seeked truth, learned game from the street dudes
How to be cool when it's hostile like cheap rooms

Verse 2

My era kick in the door, yelling empty the safe
These rappers taking shots couldn't drink Hennessy straight
Hustled hard round bums I was ostracized
Strap small, but the magazine ostriche sized
Brought home work I ain't talkin education
Failed math yet my drive broke their expectations
Feel like Deebo, better have ya links tucked
Thinkin you could rob me? try a Brink's truck
Vegas strip how the fishscale glow at night
Homies playin chess, black tar vs yola white
It's a dirty game, gloves when I bag it up
Say they want smoke, till it pop like a camel crush
On my motherfuckin fam, know I'm built for this
School of hardknocks young Reez wrote the syllabus
Blue bills only now I'm on another time
Never seen bills that's green, they think I'm colorblind