Gold on My MacBook

Yeah I dropped a tape
Surprised myself man
I don't know how I feel about it
Other than fucking amazing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me give you lil' bye by the Southside nigga
I like my bitches on their back with their mouth wide nigga
Explosion, explosion

I must do what I feel
I can't afford to get caught in a bullshit that life brings
A young woman always told me it's your choice how you choose to react

So I hit the the club and I turn up
Fresh as fuck your ho might know me
I am a real nigga for certain
I don't have a bunch of dimes but I keep some strong sixes like Turner,
know some shot niggas that'll burn ya

Yeah, yeah
And this is the second part of this
I gotta let ya'll niggas know man like for real, you know what I am saying
It goes a little something like, OK
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm from the A-town for the most part
Kicking shit up your party
Ain't bothering nobody
You couldn't kick shit no better
Your main bitch?
Shes a choke artist like Webber
It wasn't hard for her to notice me
Like I'm James Harden like OKC
As she hit them high notes like Jodeci
I'ma shoot the guts
Ain't knowing' me
Knowing me, knowing me
This is a good lil' journey you finna to take right here
It's gonna take you somewhere you never been
Hopefully
You know what I'm saying