Gold Coast

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Yeah, Good
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 I just took like 14 adderall, drank 72 red bulls
 Finished my intro the day of the release
 I chase bad bitches, accolades
 Got will son, no Castaway
 I'm twice as good, get half the praise
 Throw a sniper up and I blast away
 You ain't getting through me, nah
 Tim Howard been here 10 hours
 My chick sour, risin' and fallin' together though like we the Twin Towers
 Nothin's takin' I'm frustrated
 If I could only get just to blaze it
 Ain't no doubt that I'd muster greatness
 No chip off of that old block
 All eyes on me but I'm no pac
 Fully loaded off gold shots
 That bass'll knock you like cold clocks
 I'm number one
 Big Mac'in my flow the ice that my wrist lackin', I been happenin', they been slackin'
 They been doubtin' I been 'bout it, my mojo back, Raps gold remember
 Boutta be one cold winter, got the game on my ring finger
 I'm VA and that's overhaul
 Been killin' shit cause that's protocol
 I'm don't do this for y'all
 Nah I just do this for me
 I flipped the game on its head
 180 degrees
 Baby please, baby please
 I know you're dying to stay
 I ain't gon' stop you from walkin'
 Always remember the name
 I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
 I'ma get it cause I can, cause I can, cause I can
 In my fitted in my vans, in my vans, in my vans
 I think baby girl a fan, she a fan, she a fan
 I'm Highly touted from the valley to the mountains
 I ain't finished till I coordinate a car with my outfit
 Came to steal your thunder like Miami in the summer man
 I'm just getting over all the pressure I was under, damn
 Cool cat, know I had to go the whole 9
 Told you I was golden as corona's on the coastline
 These days, I don't know what's worthy of a co-sign
 Ain't a 49er I'm just sitting on a gold mine
 Let it burn like the tropics
 All my pockets crave is profit
 I'm obnoxious to a nuisance rocking J's out here hoopin'
 Hidden in my hoodie from the haters, fuck the drama
 I was sent to show the world they're dealing with a problem
 From the get-go, let's go
 Ready for the next show
 Finding time for anything but anytime to rest so
 I get it in the morning til' the sun fall back
 Then hit it til' it rises an I don't call back
 Wa-sushi wasabe sake sippin' tipsin' topsy turvy t'isn't 22 ta- ta- ta-riffic fuck the limit
 In a tizzy t-t-totally chillin'
 This room's totally spinnin'
 Damn that tab is revealin'
 My credit's headed the ceilin'
 And baby girl hit floor, be out here drankin' til 4
 When it's raining it pours, oh yeah I done this before
 I just thought you should know, I plan on taking you home
 No way I'm leaving alone, plus you remind me of Sloan
 Drinkin' since 7, thought you walked in with a twin
 Hope my smile can switch the topic up ain't worried 'bout your friends
 More concerned with where we heading, than stressin' where you been
 Puttin' out for time I put in, thought you couldn't
 Thought you wouldn't, but it's good
 I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
 I'ma get it cause I can, cause I can, cause I can
 In my fitted in my vans, in my vans, in my vans
 I think baby girl a fan, she a fan, she a fan
 I'm Highly touted from the valley to the mountains
 I ain't finished till I coordinate a car with my outfit
 Came to steal your thunder like Miami in the summer man
 I'm just getting over all the pressure I was under, damn
 Cool cats, know I had to go the whole 9
 Told you I was gold and this corona's on the coastline
 These days, I don't know what's worthy of a co-sign
 Ain't a 49er I'm just sitting on a gold mine
 I'm doin' this for y'all
 Nah I'm just doin' this for me
 I flipped the game on its tail
 180 degrees
 Baby please, baby please
 I know you're dying to stay
 I ain't gon' stop you from walkin'
 Always remember the name
 

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Duration
03:45
Key
8
Tempo
156 BPM

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