GOLDEN HOUR

It ain't different, same vision, I paint pictures

Lane switchin', gears shifting in transition

Leavin' home, I admit real I'm real close

To the edge, no friends, just foes, on road

Money, cash, hoes, behind these closed doors

The scent is Ralph Lauren, I'm on my high horse

Watching my steps, Venatos on floors

Toes on cold feet, ice with cold drinks yeah

My life panning out, how it should be

Self made agendas, never played by the book

Uh, eyes like Koreans so the vibes gettin shifty, evidently

But lucky for me, I understand what they speaking