Golden Goals

Bas - Golden Goals Lyrics

General guidelines to ride byCan't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mineCome to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dimeAnd nigga we ain't fine diningHit the Halal stand for cheap platesHit the high line, that's a cheap dateI ain't worthy, fuck it who is?Do what you do girl, fuck it you litHundred niggas yelling "New York back"I hear em rapping they only set, "New York back"I'm in Queens to Harlem, the Garden I rapAnd I'm only hearing New York clapBout to move out to Cali, got a little thing out the valleyAnd this one girl hiding my hookahI wish I knew to show her how to maneuverTruth, through the city like a presidential motorcadeOn my way so the motherfuckers don't shakeNever mind I'm just smoking that grade ARunning with the same niggas since grade eightYou ain't never seen no strangers appearMy niggas been the same ones for yearsI don't do it for the peers, I do it for the famMan, all of my angles are clearOther day yo, I was shopping on RodeoGot a call from my nigga CheyoSaid the hood hot broGotta get away yoLosing niggas like every dayTold 'em 18 months I'ma get a tour busComing up and we never looking backNeed a rut to the cuts that bleeds deepThree ducks in the truck like beep beepLife is what you make of it, it's play-dohThis year, this year man goes back to the moonIf you coming to my city wanna know the deets?I'm the embassy, I'm the one to seeYeah baby, yeah babyFrom over here but I took it over there babyRiding in the drop, let your hair crazyClimbing to the top going stair crazyCrazy how the game opened upA nigga ain't been home for some monthsBut when I get home I be posted upDo it for the city til the coast is usFrom a city where a nigga turn a penny to a twentyBut when the penny turns friends turn to enemiesAs semis turn urns into memoriesMake shots nigga burn like the HennessyThe city got problems, the city's so godlessI watch it all burn like it's heresyWitchcraft for your bitchass, witchcraft is your gift thatI live in the moment, the moment is timelessI hear all your talk but you're so unaccomplishedOpinions are nonsenseAnd I ain't got time for opinions to processThese days I'm inspired by me and nothing elseBottles of tequila and some weed and nothing elseYou know my niggas with me and no one elseI ain't pressing you can hold them hoes, sudden deathGolden goals