Haven't been writing for days
My pen game a bit shaky now
Got these little kids
Thinking that they could take me now

Take me down
Was taking chances
Now all I take is bows

Raising brows
Browsing the borough with amazing sound

From gentleboy
To golden boy
You'd swear I got Midas touch

It's countless the amount of times
That I done came in clutch
And now you switching gears on me
But I ain't saying much

N***as switching sides
Like Tory Lanez doing double dutch

I got these bars
That go crazy
You say they suck
I say these bars
People go crazy
You say it's luck
Then what do you want?

You sound jealous, pretty much
Bars too sick
It might give you the coqueluche
Man pass me the blunt (You doing too much)

I'm always steady, psshh

...

I'm always steady
Cuddling guns till I double up
I'm to hard you'd think there promethazine
In my double cup

G.O.F
New kids on the block
Sorry to interrupt

You're not that guy
So let's see I you tuck or cluck
Man pass the blunt