Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
They don't make enough paper
All this stream of thought
spilling off my notebook
And they don't make the sane
type anymore
All my homies got problems and
We self medicate
What'd you do today
I stared at my phone for hours
Since the city's fucked
Why don't we twist one up
Stretch out hmm hmm
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
They don't make enough days
in a month
I got plans and they're all piled up
Ooh ooh yеah
And I think this year
had a personal vendеtta
There's always 2031
We self medicate
What'd you do today
I laid here for hours and hours
Since the city's fucked
Why don't we twist one up
Stretch out out ooh ooh
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
Oh oh oh oh oh oh hey hey
They can't take our gold fronts away
They can't take my gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
They can't take my gold fronts away
Oh oh oh oh
Hmm hmm
They can't take my gold fronts away
Hmm hmm they can't take
They can't take my gold fronts away
they can't take our no
They can't take our gold fronts away
yeah oh oh oh
They can't take my gold fronts
They can't take these white cups
that I just poured up
They can't take these gold teeth
They can't take this gold leaf
that I just rolled up
They can't take my gold blunt
Can't tape my bullet holes up
Can't take my close up
They can't break my hoes up
They can't break these shoulders
Or make my quota
And I'm the one
they take their notes from
The one they try to
take their flow from
And if they drip
then I'm the one that
it all flows from
Silence of the Lamb
don't wake this GOAT up
They can't take the same road up
They can't take when I roll up
With both my doors up
They can't take all these chokers
The gold one the yellow gold
white gold nor the rose one
Can't break all these boulders
I broke up
New one make me hate my old one
New bae ate my soul up
Type of shit make me fold up
But I'm still ho hum
I just can't take it slow huh
I just can't fake it no front
It's me and Foushee
They just can't take this cold front
They just can't take my gold fronts
And this is golden
I'm like Hold up
No one can take my gold fronts away
No one can take my gold fronts away
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
They don't make enough paper
All this stream of thought
spilling off my notebook
And they don't make the sane
type anymore
All my homies got problems and
We self medicate
What'd you do today
I stared at my phone for hours
Since the city's fucked
Why don't we twist one up
Stretch out hmm hmm
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
They don't make enough days
in a month
I got plans and they're all piled up
Ooh ooh yеah
And I think this year
had a personal vendеtta
There's always 2031
We self medicate
What'd you do today
I laid here for hours and hours
Since the city's fucked
Why don't we twist one up
Stretch out out ooh ooh
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
Oh oh oh oh oh oh hey hey
They can't take our gold fronts away
They can't take my gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
They can't take our gold fronts away
Let 'em shine
They can't take my gold fronts away
Oh oh oh oh
Hmm hmm
They can't take my gold fronts away
Hmm hmm they can't take
They can't take my gold fronts away
they can't take our no
They can't take our gold fronts away
yeah oh oh oh
They can't take my gold fronts
They can't take these white cups
that I just poured up
They can't take these gold teeth
They can't take this gold leaf
that I just rolled up
They can't take my gold blunt
Can't tape my bullet holes up
Can't take my close up
They can't break my hoes up
They can't break these shoulders
Or make my quota
And I'm the one
they take their notes from
The one they try to
take their flow from
And if they drip
then I'm the one that
it all flows from
Silence of the Lamb
don't wake this GOAT up
They can't take the same road up
They can't take when I roll up
With both my doors up
They can't take all these chokers
The gold one the yellow gold
white gold nor the rose one
Can't break all these boulders
I broke up
New one make me hate my old one
New bae ate my soul up
Type of shit make me fold up
But I'm still ho hum
I just can't take it slow huh
I just can't fake it no front
It's me and Foushee
They just can't take this cold front
They just can't take my gold fronts
And this is golden
I'm like Hold up
No one can take my gold fronts away
No one can take my gold fronts away