The Golden Debacle

[Verse] Young bury me in Gold: Murts on my logos Had Adidas shelltoes Use to smoke the grass And drink the Henny with my fellow Sport a rello over my left ear like Fisher’s Headband I want them bands Theirs, his, and her fare I’ll sell my soul for these riches Advisor: Nah man you kidding YBMIG: No I’m serious I don’t give a damn who in the way Advisor: You know the faster you rise The quicker you fall YBMIG: Then so be it This world needs a king and Imma be it With this gold chain Gold grill, Gold ring Fuck it Gold watch, Gold dreads, gold things They say gold is the root of all evil But also millions So I’ll rap about guns, hoes, and money I’ll be chilling with my Gold chain Gold grill, Gold ring Fuck it Gold Watch, Gold dreads, Gold things