Golden God

Ay, red light's on in the Boulevard

That means business

Throw up in this bitch, I might

Corny bitches make me sick

I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch

Gunna

Made man like Joe Pesci

I need Deniro or I'll Rob her

I had to skate Wayne Gretzky

Called an Uber helicopter

Bought a pound from a rasta

Bought the yayo from Miguel, though

Award shelves need an Oscar

They need my merchandise on Melrose

David Bowie of my generation

Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation

Came from public education

Ramen noodles with the bacon

I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby

Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations

Dub was working at the steel shop

Slim was working off of 1st block

We still roll together every day

Except we might be on a private plane

Why would you ever come from nothing

And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?

They be asking why I'm such a legend

I took so much acid, I be forgetting

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm on the roof of the party

Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas

The type to put the red beam on you, I ain't talk about a laser

We the golden squad, we the golden squad

Double X, we the hardest

Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty

Should've never got us started

Motherfucker, I'm retarded

Do you know how I'm regarded?

King of underground, King of Cleveland town

King of marijuana gardens

I can't stop myself from coughing

Four thousand dollar bong rip

Custom made for the new house

Can't believe I never had shit

2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit

20/20 vision, see the future

Looks like the crown do fit

I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick

8 ball, let sway roll – rockstars don't say no!

This beat so flame, though; I forgot to say my name, though

Bitch, I'm G-U-double N-A, Gunna

Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover

Man, I'm wildin' every summer

I ain't like my daddy, he religious

I'm with bitches burning rubber

I'm a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang

Models be on the same thang, thang

EST, that's the gang, gang, gang

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm on the roof of the party

Bitch, I thought it was a drought

Bitch, I thought you had the clout

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god

I'm on the roof of the party

Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

Still all the way dangerous