GoldenEye ft. Ray-D-Ology Lyrics

I'm on a path

Where a psychopath

Would call his Mom

You do the math

After tax

I'm Still dropping bombs

I can't relax

Stress the fact

I got it going on

I Made a pact to my pack

We'll only get stronger

Beware of evils from the clout

Cause It will steer you wrong

But If you tuned in with yourself

You knew this all along

I been working off the clock

You have no clue at all

They say I'm humble

But I'm stumbling

From wall to wall

Wish to leave the drink alone

Do too much thinking alone

Don't pass me the microphone

I'm about puke my corazon

All over the sticky floor

Gotta keep it risky though

Talk about excitement

I would kill you on the 64

GoldenEye that's double o

Seven I was just a little kid

Such an asshole then

I probably wouldn't let my own

Hang with em

I picked up a pen

Who said I stabbed you

Cause I didn't

Keep the street fame

I'm built different

I've been going in with the syllables

Cut the cord

Umbilical

That Boy is Critical

See through subliminals

Signs from the Universe

Inspire me for another verse

Been gifted

Broke curses

So we don't feel worthless

Rep Mount Vernon, Washington

Where I was Birthed

Claiming that you're

From the town

Ain't what I heard

Got the essence

Of a Leader why I'm blessed

I Read your energy

Now Say it with your chest bitch

As soon as that plane touch down

We need a recon my boy

Immediately

It's time to formulate that plan

We've been talking about

So just gather up the goons

And meet me at the Rendezvous

You see it in my eyes

I'm golden

I'm a real man

Play it smart like Brosnan

In 95 got a real plan

006 get you killed

Quicker than quick sand

I'm bossed up

All motivation

No hard luck

N64 with a silencer

Keep it all tucked

I'm talking Biz

No speaking until it's all up

Money on the table

Keep it quiet then you ball up

Homicide detective gone get you

You talking all tough

Stay silent when you come around

Momma taught me be a Man

Daddy taught me how to get around

I'm out this world writing heaters

Flying jet packs

Only want jet lag

Focusing on this craft

I'm a monster

Homie I'll take you hostage

With words that I'm jotting

I'm raps newest prospect

In shorter words

It means that your boy all in

Got it with a ball pen

Got Tired of starving

Im an artist

Get graphic collages

And mosh pits

Riding in Aston martins

With rockets

I'm flyer then a spy is

I'm it

Rhymes lit

So many questions

From people I get

Who's that

What's this dope shit

You and your crew

Doing the most with

Yeah I know take a toast

All my homies sipping

On that motherfucking Antidote

Just wanted to call and let you know bro

We Made It Out

Don't call back on this number though

Toss that phone