Going For The Gold
[Verse]
Some more bullet proof bars for the soul
It takes a toll on your mind if you got self control
I'm on a roll with this life that a young nigga chose
Niggas got left behind cuz they moving too slow
Nigga please believe, that I'm doing this shit with ease
Niggas impatient as fuck, but they swear they want some cheese
And you say you wanna take them trips on first class flights
But you angry cuz you ain't making no cheese overnight
I'm mashing the gas pedal, grinding for gold medals
Trips with a sexy lady that's finer than rose pedals
And these open mic hosts doing shit so wrong
Charge you to perform, then they say they putting you on
Cash-Mir texted my phone, sent some positive energy
Any nigga that's complaining everyday ain't a friend of me
Do you have a hustle, or do you have a business
No my baby, I ain't knocking, I'm just saying it's a difference
From a couple thousand and a couple mill
6 figures is the least us niggas grinding for foreal
Steak and lobster for a meal, but the shit rarely interest me
Shoot me to the coney for some fries and some chili/cheese
Fresh told me look out for niggas who don't like your post
But when they see you in person, they say they saw yo post
That shit is skeechy, showing love costs zero cent
But when you make it, they get mad that you just gotta resent
You want a hand out, what type of shit you snorting
It's a difference between showing love and supporting
With the nonchalant disbelief, niggas so delirious
Too stuck on the streets to take the rap game serious
Acting like it ain't millions embedded in this
Don't wanna sit in jail constantly regretting the shit
I am God manifested in human form, made to perfection
Open your mind, open your heart, nigga learn a lesson
Find you a queen, make sure she loyal, get to sexin'
For all you niggas who got no drive, I got a question
You just gon keep poking your lip, pouting and stressing
Or are you gonna invest your cheese and make it stretch