Jay Kurzweil - Golden Goals lyrics

[Verse 1] General guidelines to ride by Can't k** my vibe, you couldn't find mine Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime And n***a we ain't fine dining Hit the Halal stand for cheap plates Hit the high line, that's a cheap date I ain't worthy, f** it who is? Do what you do girl, f** it you lit Hundred n***as yelling "New York back" I hear em rapping they only set, "New York back" I'm in Queens to Harlem, the Garden I rap And I'm only hearing New York clap Bout to move out to Cali, got a little thing out the valley And this one girl at hollywood hookah I wish I knew to show her how to maneuver Truth, through the city like a presidential motorcade On my way so the motherf**ers don't shake Never mind I'm just smoking that grade A Running with the same n***as since grade eight You ain't never seen no strange ones appear My n***as been the same ones for years I don't do it for the peers, I do it for the fam Man, all of my angles are clear Other day yo, I was shopping on Rodeo Got a call from my n***a Cheyo Said the hood hot bro Gotta get away yo Losing n***as like every day Told 'em 18 months I'ma get a tour bus Coming up and we never looking back Need a rut to the cuts that bleeds deep Three ducks in the truck like beep beep [Bridge] Life is what you make of it, it's play-doh This year, this year man goes back to the moon [Verse 2] If you coming to my city wanna know the deets? I'm the emba**y, I'm the one to see Yeah baby, yeah baby From over here but I took it over there baby Riding in the drop, let your hair crazy Climbing to the top going stair crazy Crazy how the game opened up A n***a ain't been home for some months But when I get home I be posted up Do it for the city til the coast is us From a city where a n***a turn a penny to a twenty But when the penny turns friends turn to enemies As semis turn urns into memories Make shots n***a burn like the Hennessy The city got problems, the city's so godless I watch it all burn like it's heresy Witchcraft for your b**ha**, which craft is you gift at? I live in the moment, the moment is timeless I hear all your talk but you're so unaccomplished Opinions are nonsense And I ain't got time for opinions to process These days I'm inspired by me and nothing else Bottles of tequila and some weed and nothing else You know my n***as with me and no one else I ain't pressing you can hold them hoes, sudden d**h Golden goals