Текст песни
Gather them with the dust, in God baby you trust
Get a look but don't touch, it's staring right at us
You're golden, you're golden
Your suit, it fits you, it fits you, it fits you
They bring the fire, scorching all of the remains
They bring the ruthless, destroyers of our mortal age
I will beat them to the punch
They bring the fire, scorching all of the remains
They bring the ruthless, destroyers of our mortal age
I will beat them to the punch
Forged in the fires, I was born in the flames
Allen Iverson when I step in the booth, finna shake up the game
My wrist curry pullup pop up and shoot
From the logo I'm dame
Matter fact they go low I go high I'm an Eagle
I am not a damn crane we are not the same
They counted me out I was counting down on the calendar
I ain't take a day off, I couldn't I feel like a manager
It was all a dream I feel like I'm Biggie or Madara
Overcoming the past & the present my future been adding up
Know they mad at us
I don't pass I puff
Gotta keep it tucked
Keep the peace above
Gotta lead with luv
Even though they judge
Not the type to budge
I ain't even cuss
But you understand
That you shouldn't buck
Rise from the darkness the faintest of light
Diligence in my work I'm bout me and mine
Celebrating my goals cause I'm meeting mine
UGOMAN color gold vs one on the eyes