Golden Whisky

I'm on top of the game off of the chain
Gave it to em so they off in the cane
Feels like I'm locked in a cage
I'm Going so wild it's hard to be tamed
Always get blamed and all of them lame
So what if I don't fit in
Head spinning drinkin whiskey
And I'm livin bingeing so different
Everyday I face imprisonment
Chillin with the crew acting ignorant
That street shit that you be diggin kid
I'm Rollin round on some bitchin rims
I wanna start getting m's and flippin 10's
Sittin sideways how I'm sittin again
Don't risk it for them
Someday soon imma have a new Benz
But my patience is getting thin
Your written isn't as good as my freestyle meanwhile
I'm coming back never senile
Never forgetting
I got the mind of an elephant
I remember everything
You never seen me move so cool so smooth just like flash boy
And im shooting these guns like blaztoyz
And I'm coming to rap boy
Came to crack down
So I'm making em back down
Shoot em down gun em down daily
And I'm kinda wild crazy
So I chug em Down WAVY
Don't play me cuz I'm coming back like I'm shady in HD

Look around it's clear that you never looked into this hemisphere
It's kinda weird tho
I'm just a lil bit of a weirdo
I got that clear flow like the vodka that you pour into glasses
Imma Down a few shots then it's walla magic weigh it up and bag it

Just like golden whiskey
My flow is history
Old hoes are frisky
And my dro is sticky
They've been known to bench me
But get blown to mince meat

Just another man with his mind on the moon
Ain't nowhere to land with his eyes on the move
Just another day, walk a mile in his shoes
Ain't no other way but to pile up the loot
Sippin on the Brown till I hit the ground
Hit em with that sound make em turn around
Drunk as fuck so I'm Swervin round
Feeling crunk as fuck so I'm like yeahhh!
Cuz I'm feeling just like a playa
Feeling like there's no other way out
If you fuck around you'll get laid out
Everybody thinks I have it made now
I'm thinking which game I should play now
Still hustling still shuffling this deck of cards
Running and I'm ducking all the laws and frauds
When I see em at the red light I stop the car
When I catch em slippin then you know It's on

Just like golden whiskey
My flow is history
Old hoes are frisky
And my dro is sticky
They've been known to bench me
But get blown to mince meat