GOLDEN G - Ennio Morricone Lyrics

Yeah, let's just uh, write the journal
N'say what needs to be said, yeah
Can't admire what is off limits
Insides burning from the fire I have not spit in months, hidden
Every time I'm down in dumps, I've had to dump writtens onto different rhythms
Every nigga in this feel that whiplash like I'm J.K. Simmons
I've had many days where all I focused on was winning, I played many innings
I've had many women
Got to the point where every time I touched linen, I would trust less in 'em
I'd imagine like Lennon and just live for the day
Fornicate and throw the (thought/thot) away
I'm still not proud of that path I was starting to pave
I changed- and still put heart and soul to top to the bottom of page
This generation it ain't most become smarter with age
Many get drunk off TikTok fame and then they clout chase
I've been viral I know what it's like to clout taste
I just never let my soul vacate or core break, take a break, or renovate
Still got them hits like Beyoncé batting whips in 'Lemonade'
Telling niggas put the clips away cause there's a better way
Looking through the rap game (pains/panes) like cellophane
That's what I mean when I tell them that I can see right through it
Montell Jordan, it's important this is how we do it
Setting example while the talent skill is ample
I rhyme so Right chicks on Twitter might cancel
You niggas really at a stand still, that's shit I can't stand still
Y'all be gassing up a lot of music for the landfill
I have not forgot the jets with Mansell or Sal still
Just let me touch a couple lives in-person, then astound still
Used to work with couple niggas playing Rolling Loud, chill
Just give it time before this Mountain crush these Ant hills
This life adventure is the only time I Bear Grylls (bare grillz), I can't clone like these Bozos and Sambos
Dark Horse like Johnny Depp's Rango, the only difference I'm the gold man on the stand though
Hard track flows and the tanks full
I rap wax these niggas like candles
My mandibles fill catacombs
TJ in 'Recess' to whole lot of Randalls
The peak beat vandal, the heat seek sound drone
The real hero hidden in the shadows
The rap mode Shark in the shallows
The "The Ecstasy of Gold" like Ennio Morricone
Story documented and embedded me glory prone
All these artists really be my sons as if Maury's opening up an envelope
Niggas think they really do the most, but they do the most
Rat race moving close to closing in but I'm too devoted to sugar coat it
Too pristine with the written means not to scribble culture
Self esteem that is far supreme to the likes of socials
The living truth embodiment of paths they should have taken
The one who got away from many shawties, all mistaken
Future shaping leader of the youth
And proof the truth has made his vessel blatant in the industry that's clearly made up of the fake and tainted
Bob Ross the way I brush away the under-raters, I educate educators, Denzel in "The Great Debaters"
And a Hip-Hop innovator, most these rappers instigators making music straight for the incinerator
Complete garbage, been the pen polished
Finna pop and block call lists
Went to College, became the best regardless
Then did University, became best universally
No mercy, how I murk the beat
Miguel Diaz and I'm Robby (Keene/keen) - Cobra venom with Miyagi-Do for inner peace
Mix a bit of bitter Kreese
Still I'm raps Mr. Beast, giving back with written rhythm schemes that worth infinite streams
Living rap simile, black and the berry very sweet, pen stack free smoke like (HAH)
Chimney, always hear applause, most my enemies get Crickets like Jiminy
Even ones who've started to get buzz cannot compare to me
Switch up cause they scared of me, false prophet Pharisees
King Kenny mini-me's, wanna be Gary V's
Might just pop off and burst they bubbles like a SodaStream
Soon, geez, so it seems
Yeah
(Til then, just know that I'm thankful I was there to see the evolution)