[Hook]
Oh…my…God…
You have… no idea… how it feels
Yeah, and you have no idea how it feels
When you're spitting sh** that's so real
That all these b**hes wanna peel
Aha, yeah, let's get 'em
[Verse 1: Juke]
I feel my focus fading, b**hes hating
I tried to quit, just spent my post-rap time masturbating
Freebasing h**n up my dick cuz I'm sick as sh**
These b**hes just don't seem to see how dope I piss
I paid my b**h off so she wouldn't tell the cops
I never told this b**h that I had no plans to stop
She called me crazy, like I'm Barkley, yo this life's a gamble
Mistaking Gnarls for Charles, this is my preamble
Ayyy, this is the Gold Nation manifesto
Making magic from rapping, BOOM onomatopesto!
Hey Jay, don't copy 'Ye, making up words
I'm trying to make some sh** that you have never heard
I'm smoking jays all day because I'm getting paid
"Aren't you afraid of the effect it has on your brain?"
f** b**hes, Gold Nation straight reppin' realness
Don't think that you could ever f**ing try to steal this
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juke]
I gave my b**h a black eye from up high
I swear I'm Hawkeye, punch a b**h like Goli-ath
I'm trying to find a path to go that is more pious
My problem is I got a habit of starting riots
Staring through this b**h you know she is so superficial
I love her anyway, she like me cuz I'm so official
It takes this b**h hours just to do her make up
Slowing me down, I'm just trying to get my cake up
Try to count my gold chains you might go insane
Do you get the picture, no you don't even get the frame
I'm caught in purgatory just trying to find the glory
By now I think they already know my story
I'm always looking up, trying to find a way out
While I'm running for the throne, you b**hes got gout
I think I'm addicted to money, hoes, and gold
I talk about that sh** a lot or so I have been told
[Hook]