VERSE 1
I'm sick of all this, I don't know what to call this
I'm caught up in the rat race and it's making me nauseous
I'm staying cautious cause cops here is lawless
But I ain't gonna stop til I'm on top and flawless
I came from nothing but homie I'm never satisfied
Always after better, hard work isn't gratified
Grind until that millstone bind I'm never switching on em
Til I'm in that 3 floor villa and all my whips is foreign, I'll
Go and twist vanilla piff then soar up higher
Than the altitudes that g6's drift along and liquors pouring
I'm never sittin in my sorrows
I'm sipping through my troubles and living the way we all know
It's money motivated, b**hes low and flow related to the greats
My statements say I'm good life a**ociated
This worlds a chessboard I'm playing full of novacane
Complacent to the hate, and treating nothing as an overstatement
CHORUS
We coming for the gold
We running in your spot
I came to let em know that we gunnin for the top yeah
I let em know
VERSE 2
And I'm after gold like Dillinger
Get a mansion out in France a Phantom Rolls and I'll chill with
A cold Hennessy
Looking back at my life like
I got no regrets so I wouldn't do it twice
Well I ain't rich but I ain't scraping up cents
But I remember not long ago barely making rent
And it's funny cause I'm on now
And everybody talking like I'd never make it suddenly just wants to my friend
Yeah well f** you, my team's been drafted
Meticulously picked, we're all about the cash
So the root of all evil is drive to the finish line
And I approach the beat like a god damn a**a**in
Seriously crafted, taking my time to activate it
Motherf** a major keep my competition aggrivated
Somebody tell all these wack rappers to evacuate to scene please
Evan Black, Emilio, collaborating
CHORUS
VERSE 3 (Emilio Rojas)
God damn, I ain't living by god plan
I'm the master builder I did this sh** using my hands
I took the bricks my people sold and then put mortar on em
Then I took the fifth when asked about it court your honor
Wow I grew up with crazed maniacs
In my younger days a braniac yeah I was labeled that
My mind was racing fast, similac was laced with crack
So much in my veins that I bleed and bring the 80's back
f**er, my city was a war zone
Everybody poor and tryna eat we far from morsels
You get slapped around til you tappin out like morse code
We ain't backin down from nothin as far as wars go
And you can find me in the Hyatts every night
With a bad Venezuelan that gimme head when I write
Never had any women to tell me no that I like
So the first one I do I'mma wife, yeah
CHORUS