Golden Age Lyrics

Yeah okay

Trebor, here we go

Yeah, how do I acquire some wealth?

For me I want some motherfucking platinums under my belt

Age of the golden Phelps

Jordan, no I can't fail

I'm soaring, writing a tale

I'm Thorfinn, setting the sail

I've been way too overlooked

I've tighten each rhyme and hook

Coconut crab couldn't grab this book

Back in the lab, and I'm stacking these pads

Looking real back when I was just wee lad

This a comeback like I just relapsed

Think about tracks make a fucker real sad

I ain't make a bag but I know that's the tack

This is the second edition

Spitting like debt has just risen

And that's because fuck it has

And man, if my life was a map

Shit would be missing a path

Scribbles and dashes, could be the literal fastest

Raps could have multiple facets

Gotta outlap these bastards

No baton to me, but it's fine to me

I'll write till I dine at the wineries

Fly high in the sky on finest seat

Courtside with the camera eyein' me

Iced out with a giant shining piece

Fuck around, no rubber, and die in peace

Buy five Buggati's, stain the driver's seat

Look around like fuck is what wrong with me?

If I were do that, I would look stupid

Man I'm put here to be a goddamn poet

Ain't here to lose bad, that includes the damn cash

Save it, cause the goddamn time ain't slowing

Time going too fast, and I can't loop back

So I use raps to hang tight to the moment

No time to relax, back to another track

I can see the goal, shit my mouth keeps foaming

I can't slow and rollback, no I can not do math

But no work and no grind means motherfucking nothing

Trying get a damn plaque, find it with the right rap

I can take an L, I'm a man, I'mma own it

Falling on my damn ass, back until I win, stacked

Don't got the money, but the shop ain't closing

Lose the fucking nametag, just a few years flat

Looking back and laugh at the time I was growing

I'm tired of working for companies, lumping me

Hungry to fucking work for myself

Luckily, I've been a killer bee, silently

Writing these rhymes to just put on my shelf

Deliver the dopamine, hoping you roll with me

Know that I got so much stories to tell

May not have the image, may not have the bitches

But I got a vision, gotta keep it vicious

When it comes writing, only thing I'm fine with

Pen is always flying, ink is always drying

Ain't into fighting, but I am aiming for the title

Blood, sweat, and tears, man, this shit is just vital

Aiming for the moon, you can call my shit Apollo

Dreaming in this room, hoping soon I can fly off

Can't change who I am, shit I am who I am

Future looking bright with the game in my hands