Golden Arms Lyrics - The Keynote Speaker - U-god

I keep my third eye twenty-twenty, everything looking sunny 

Gods told me, "nothing move but the money, Money" 

Headstrong, backbone, hit them on a batphone 

Could there be back home? Feeling like fresh chrome 

Something for your headphone, build the establishment 

Quit while you're ahead, save the embarassment 

Elect me for president, thought I was irrelevant? 

Battled all the elements, overcome their hardships 

And struggled with accountants, shit got rocky 

I trained in the mountains, now the world is mine 

Got us spraying from the fountains, drive by the housing 

Reminisce, take a piss, staircase, we made thousands! 

We was Park Hill, rugrats, fishermen, thug hats 

Five dollar snapbacks, never got no love back 

That's why I sold packs, damn right I stole that! 

Granule, hold that, now I want the whole stack 

Changed my life, now it's rap, ain't no turning back 

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I'm on a mission, bred from the poorest conditions 

Baby fed from the pots from the poorest of kitchens 

Got bread in the streets, from the rawest addiction 

Made a 180 turn, with the Lord's conviction 

It's a riding prison 

Keep the iron to my side, to avoid the friction 

In this modern day slavery I survived the lynching 

With no rap pension the price of living is too high 

Two jobs working, this nigga is too tired 

No more babies, she needs them tubes tied 

Word on the tweets, "I heard he's a new guy" 

"Heard he was too fly", damn maybe we should get scooped by a new ride 

The ghetto's up in flames, think we should calm down 

My insides is evil, you in the wrong town 

Whatever you want, better watch yourself x2