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