Golden Times

[Verse: 1] Big T: Golden Times I am living while spitting rhymes, Black tux, Versace shades, bow-tie, All the hoes just stay in line, I have happy times, High Times and Good Times, I would like to share it, I got to get this weight off of me like Jarred, I am married to the rap game,We have a good marriage, I don't take any day's off bitch, no I am not Ferris, but I am on a big wheel with no drinks spilled, she wearing high heels for the thrill, I am smoking kill, selling pills and it's still, Dollar sign MB until I rest in peace, I make the crowd cease and pump it up with my repeats, Give me a six piece with sum fries and a biscuit with a dirty sprite and I'll be alright, for the night, In studio blowing music notes, It's my only hope, writing rhymes helps me cope, we didn't elope we got married in my room no honey moon, Well probably soon, we'll be fine, I am sipping wine rolling up to give you pleasure from my tongue, I am doing so much damage to my lungs I don't give a fuck I love to shmoke, Only the green sticky stuff, Serving rap food for the people, They eat this shit up like salad and lasagna, I got a New York state of mind but I am not from fucking Yonkers, Uh, Hold up let me check my pockets looking for my lighter so I can get higher