The sample sound like Sade, I operate smoothly on it

The rap game David Goggins, the pen on Mary Poppins

Been magic for very long, but though blatant, they barely watched it

Opportunities to meet a great, but they played and lost it

Botched it like bad surgery, I promise your favorite famous artists can't say a word to me

If we talkin' talent before fame, then I'm winning certainly

Worst decision of her life was sleeping or curving me, shake my head, that's absurdity

I just smile to myself and pen the sheet, and I murder beats

Whip Niagara streets, the weather (eerie/Erie) like Murda Beatz

Just wait till this shit release

Everybody nervous, double taking and turning seats

Where the fuck he come from? How the world yet ain't heard him speak?

They try to compare me to certain sound, but since I put 10,000 hours in

My flow's infinity, no one you can compare with me

I'm GOLDEN G, the coldest, boldest, never sold his soul to soulless, Hip-Hops Joseph

Technicolor coat, been the King of Dreams

Never let the hate or envy intervene

And shawty want me in-between, and probably wanna do a scene

Funny how it's gone from left on 'seen', to something so extreme

Put me in a cage, I turn that shit into the UFC

Should call me GOLDEN GSP, or G-Khabib, the pen can make 'em T-A-P

You would think a **** shopping spree the way I got receipts

Receipt keeper, forever checker, the debt collector

Half these rappers cap above their lives

You guys are Lil Tecca's - tellin' tall tales like a Giraffe, but never stuck your neck out

I make all you coward artists trip as if I stuck my leg out

Somebody gotta stand for something so

This miracle Kid Midas on a microphone is stepping soles on plenty throats

Stand-up when these guys try to compare, I got too many jokes

Nowadays I lose track of the bars, I got too many quotes

Yeah, I swear my people know that more than me Shanice told me I'm born to be

My lil' sis is flourishing, she touring Europe more than me

Facts, Black excellence, my family tree been blessed with it I'll pass it to my next of kin

They praying that I never win

They don't wanna see me (talk 0's/Tacos) like I'm Mexican

Even when we get to bag, that won't be how I flex the pen

Nowadays if I reach out and don't hear nothin' back then you will never get a text again

And now I'm in my second wind

She gon' give apologies, I'll let that (hoe-tell/hotel) but ain't no checking in

Replay that bar and take it in

It's crazy how my meditative state's, their day of reckoning

People hear me rap, they see the difference from a second in

Yeah

They know this shit is obvious, I levelled up and now I'm talking spicy like Wasabi dip

Some 90's Tyson body hits - punchlines never miss

Always knock em' out of the box, no Roddy Ricch

And I'm knocking out her box, got the shawty rinsed

**** steady cap, they have hits, but I hardly wince

Back in Uni, studied this while they Bacardi sipped

My competition like a horror flick, they hardly lit

I turn around and smile with yellow eyes like that 'Thriller' clip

It's scary how the catalog a syllabus, the skill and talent too legit

Meditative state, but the pen movin' like a hooligan

Yeah

Woah

Talent Before-

Woah

Yeah

I feel like Frederick Dougie, no one can stop me

I'm so way above it, I put in the work, this hasn't been sudden

I do not sleep like my name Edward Cullen, it's like I'm a Vamp

I know they real if they part of my camp

Everything's goin' according to plan

Y'all don't fuckin' understand

That I did this with my-

That I did this with my hands

Ain't no ghosts and ain't no plants

Ain't no posts and ain't no grants

3 plus 1, this ain't no Chance

I sing, make her swoon, I pop and they dance

And there is nobody living who can see me with the raps