Devon Gallaspy - All Gold Everything (Sunday Night Sixteens) lyrics

Intro They not gon' believe this You know exactly what it is, right? Yeah… you know Hook Show em all m.i Cold all in my veins Verse I see my people Vibin' / im tippin' my fitted low Trippin' off some liquor / L, I fill it with some dro Been a sinner, born a winner / kinda bitter but I'm cold Threw a brick but I was living at the bottom, so its okay What you know about it? Not a thing / I'ma scholar Tryna find the ‘Art of Happiness' / Dalai Lama Tryna find a peace of mind / it's prollie in a bottle Of some purple / I'm returning wit some work & I'ma problem I been stallin' But I'm back up in this b**h tho Like a n***a ex, you done had it but you hit tho Citgo, y'all ga**ed / I'ma live for- Ever through these rhymes / yeah, I said it – I'ma prick so What? I don't give a f**… nothing They ain't talking bout it / I ain't hear a single subject Substance… I don't got it either / ‘fck up' Been a hypocrite, I'm just finding out I'ma fck up Ah well, my lucks up / I'ma hustla Always been, I had to get the funds up / nuff' of the bullsht I'm through with it / Cool, so I make it so the muse wit it & if you was in the room for the past 12 years, skipping parties, tryna make a beat so you can get your Peers to go n bounce, & nothing ever happened / you would doubt it too I'm human like everybody / nothing I gotta prove M.i up in this booth Riding on the liars over loops Eything gold & the muthafckn gun too 007 flow / I'ma hunter when I'm loose Ohh b**h I'm out here tryna function… Hook