(Intro)
Currently 3:34 A.M
I’ve had maybe 3 hours of sleep in the past two days
I call these my golden hours, volume one
[Chorus: Keydus]
If the money disappears, we still got goals
If the money disappears, we still got gold
If the money disappears, we still got goals
If the money disappears, we, we
[Verse 1: Keydus]
Currently, there is no money to disappear
Been driven by the limited crowd who cheers
This for the ones showing me love since day one
I’m just a couple years away from reciprocating
Just your appearance got me in tears, I’m tired of waitin’
Here’s some advice
Don’t expect shit from niggas who’s eyes only look back at you at times
They are so much faster
Don’t worry, once you master your craft
You’ll have the last laugh
Same niggas hating to try to prove through photograph
They were there during sleepless grind sessions
Skipping class, cause the only shit you need to pass
Is when the world testin’
I know I’m ventin’
In hopes for reinventin’
Caged in my thoughts, I’m fencin’
It’s temptin’ to turn my glass half full
To a glass, all empty, as when Hennessy is aiding
These words turn to paintings
This to every lost soul remaining
Tired of complaining
I’ve been weighing, contemplating
If this rap shit for me
I know I got the skill, but a part of my mom dies when she sees
My baggy eyes from sleepless nights
But one day when she sees me selling outperforming live
I’m banking that part of her is instantly revived (damn)
In the basement enduring my hero’s origin points
Now ground zero, hope I don’t turn my only coin to negative
Yeah debts a motherfucker like Jamie fox, we live
To spend, spend to live (damn)
Hate to use rubbers, when that body so slim thick (hey)
Hate it when shorties mad cause niggas only click on pics of her ass
But when they tryna holla, is when that bitch has class
I ain’t hatin, I’m just saying the first shit in my mind
If I can design the perfect dime
She refined, inclined to learn more, not confined or defined by her looks
But her looks just add sauce to the stake
Yet I still fantasize about that IG bitch from before with stupid cake
[Chorus: Keydus]
If the money disappears, we still got goals
If the money disappears, we still got gold
If the money disappears, we still got goals
If the money disappears, we we
[Verse 2: Keydus]
We still have a chance to attain gold you see
Not talking monetary, I’m taking beautiful rap songs
Not taking units, I’m taking shit beyond sing along
Maybe a million will see my shit
Maybe a couple thousands will hear my shit
Maybe a couple hundred will feel my shit
Maybe a couple dozen will live my shit damn
Maybe one or two will have my words engrained in their grave
I know o sound egotistic but days passing n I ain’t getting paid
Just seen a nigga like me n u catch a motherfuckin fade
On the news cause, he was at the wrong spot on the wrong day
People, It’s time to do better
Young niggas gettin (do, do, do) by berretta’s
Hard to be a king and find a Coretta
This a letter to me
Used to be driven by love, now can only be
Driven when I’m drunk off that motherfuckin’ Hennessy (damn)
Outro
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Time is flowin’
Money flowin’
Nigga’s flowin’
Nigga’s flowin'
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