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, bitches low and flow related to the greats

My statements say I'm good life associated

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 fuck 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 assassin

Seriously crafted, taking my time to activate it

Motherfuck a major keep my competition aggrivated

Somebody tell all these wack rappers to evacuate to scene please

Evan Black, Emilio, collaborating

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VERSE 3 (Emilio Rojas)

God damn, I ain't living by god plan

I'm the master builder I did this shit 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

Fucker, 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

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