Golden Goals - Bas

General guide line for life I

Can’t kill my vibe, be confined, my

Come to NY city, I’m in the skyline

But we find diamond, my nigga, we ain’t find diamond

Hit the Halasca for cheap plates

Hit the Hideline, that’s a cheap date

I ain’t worried who fuck he is

Do what you do, girl, fuck it, we live

Hundred niggas yellin' NY back,

I hear them rapping, they only said NY back

From Queens to Harlem, to Garden, I’m only here NY clap

I’mma move out the Callie, got a little thing at the Valley

And this one girl, I had her for hooka

I wish I knew for short how to maneuver her

Proof, through the city like a presidential motor K

On my way to the motherfucking stone shape

On my mind, I’m smokin' that great A

Runnin' with the same niggas since grade A

You ain’t never seen no strange ones appear

My niggas been the same ones for year

Niggas been the same most for years

I don’do it for the peers, I do it for the fam

All of my anger is clear

Other day, yo, I was shopping other day yo

Got a call from my nigga Chay, yo

I gotta get away, yo

Who’s the niggas like everyday

18 months, I’mma get into a bus

Comin' up and we never lookin' back

Need the rags and the cuts that bleed deep

Three ducks in the truck like bip bip

Life is what you make of it, that’s Plato