Golden Era (feat. Misha Fair)

Verse:

Wish I could take it back to 96’ or 97’,

Back when **** really lived the shit that they were spitten.

Before the pills took the wheel that got you **** trippin,

We got high off that (ohh la la) yeah shits different.

All we got is these colorful rappers,

I think they pick the wrong career cause all of them actors.

They put on dresses like bitches and claim they all trappers,

And I believe in change but some shit I just won’t adapt to

Get back Bruh.

Can’t even trust these ****, you think they looking like yo fuck this ****

They really thinking yo i’ll fuck this, yo...

This industry ain’t like it use to be,

I use to wanna sign a deal and kill it musically.

Now usually I just be doing me cueing these Beats up fluently

Proving labels just don’t know what to do wit me.

I’m digging Independence you digging yourself a hole and climbed in it,

That dotted line signing get rhymers a problem with all kinds of shit.

Like The Anonymous I'm dropping diamonds,

I'm hoping one day that somebody finds it and enlightens all the blinded.

I see the generation this dying,

Cause they forget what real is well here’s your highness.

Hook:

Maybe it's all, in my head but I'm cut from a different cloth.

I'm in my own league, so I choose to lead not follow.

Maybe it's all, in my head but I fight for a difference cause,

I'm in my own league so I choose to lead not follow.

Verse:

Remember seeing Cash in ciphers wanting to be just like him,

He use to write his lyrics out and then tell me recite them.

He taught me how to put my words together like I’m harder than the rigor mortis in a stiffen carcass when I’m offing **** if they talking slick.

This, reminds of when the hustlers took over hip hop

Now all you is see is addicts that’s rapping and trying lip lock.

This where the shits stops I post up like I pit stop,

Like fuck whatever time you on get clocked wrist watch.

They hit your inbox nowadays and post threats

I still will walk up on your steps you won’t flex.

Im next up wit up, I'm about to kill whoever hawking

Get these **** a coffin and fresh tucks wit it

Press your luck with it you could never play me,

Rep where I’m from hard as ever like a Grady baby.

I hear the roomers they been hating lately, but never mind those

Same **** popping them bottles end up winos

A young Picasso cops watching I holla die slow,

If we don’t clap em they getting swept like the Apollo.

Eres un tonto trying come at me on this music shit,

An 80’s baby I ain’t new to this.

Hook:

Maybe it's all, in my head but I'm cut from a different cloth.

I'm in my own league, so I choose to lead not follow.

Maybe it's all, in my head but I fight for a difference cause,

I'm in my own league so I choose to lead not follow.