TheYear - Golden Ticket lyrics

I got 1,000 in a dresser drawer Lyrical exercise, all my letters sore God couldn't even bless me more Momma Yeary never stress no more Dawg, you kidding right? 1,000 dollars not living right or living well But sh** it helps But sh** it helps I got a golden ticket and I wished for ticket sales Tip the scales I'm too pissed to bail The sh** I spit repels Any groupie b**hes saying "hello" like 6 Adeles Visions future Something different Still a trooper Still a soldier Til I'm colder Til I'm older Til I'm sick of sober Pick the culprit Hang'em up like biggie posters I mix my karats with the cake, like the desserts your parents used to make Kid without a daddy, smoking fatties Freshman popping adderal, along with liquor mixed up like it's a ca**erole Daddy was just glad to go I guess I never got to ask him I had to call him, "Sam," the only time I ever got to ask him "Why'd the f** I happen? Am I the result of hormones and teen spirit, alternative grunge era just flowing obscene lyrics?" Chorus I feel major label I'm still independent Not even that because my tape ain't even finished Don't know half my fam But I know who my kin is Friends is menaces and I still haven't met a Dennis Pearly Honda Hatch like ya boy just went and hit the dentist I bend the penny and I stretch the dollar Holla Swallow your pride and we'll solve it Flows sick, I'm nauseous The process for profits exhausting, I'm cautious I'm feelin' this Nah, really I've been feelin' sh** This weed has got me trippin' Gotta lick it and then seal it quick Tree at paddy gs and sh** I f** b**hes by the threes and split I need to dip I need a change of scenery, I need a trip I need a clip I'm the type to serve you, and then leave a tip I'm ostentatious Confrontation can't change sh** I'm angry Patiently waiting and pacing for fame But what can I say, people do insane sh** k** your brother on same Abel and Cain sh**