Hardy Har Har

[Intro]
This right here is The Gold Mine Volume 1
I'm emptyin' out the hard drive
Shit I've been sittin' on for years
I just want y'all to vibe with me
It might not be perfect
The mixes might not be the best
But you get the point

[Verse 1]
I might not do nothin' but chill and smoke the whole day
I'm a Khalifa, I have reefer with my OJ
I flip my finger on my teacher, it's my birthday
Turn off the GPS when Petey found his own way
I call her bitch, she don't get mad, she like to role play
She more concеrned about the things a nigga don't say
You don't say, I won't say
I like to smokе and just think back on the old days

[Chorus]
Lay back and listen to that real shit
Lay back and listen to that real shit
That's my [?]

[Verse 2]
Ayyo I made my way I'm paid I'm played I made my plate all by myself
And I prayed I prayed I prayed that I would make it out this Hell
And I did it I did it I did it I figured a way to get figures
I pivoted in a pivotal position
But this is no riddle this shit I envisioned
I manifest visions, this shit was all written by me
See it was a dream now we live it
Now this thing feedin' the team
T-bones and crab legs all over the kitchen
Everyone eat 'till they britches bust at the stitches
Bust on these beats and we bust on these bitches
Sittin' borders you board on that bus
We board on a plane and fly off in the distance
Over the horizon I'm flyin', shinin' like the sun from Zion
I be [?] it like violin, my nigga don't have me get violent
I've been through way too much
My team walk and I hop and we take two tables up
I bring the weed, you can bring the dutch, wassup

[Chorus]
Lay back and listen to that real shit
Lay back and listen to that real shit
That's my [?]