GOLDEN G - The C.C.A.H (Freestyle)

(Okaaaay)
In the office with Black queens, pen still packed with vocab of my stacked dreams
Thinking 'bout my Granddad's memory, may he rest in peace
It's crazy I'm collecting all his keys when he had to leave
Feeling like I've lived a thousand lives, but it's actually
Three decades factually
It's just that I have so many damn stories, they pack the sheet
It's just that I need so many damn "sorrys" paid back to me
It's just I do so much, my name should be 'GOLDEN Factory'
Elevating like forklift, messages in bottles, I made plenty of corks fit
Mind on finance freedom while these niggas have more kids with women who won't stick
Sticks and stones are nothing in compared when Gerome spits
Swear that I be flowing better than all the known hits
Do it on my own and from the soul, cause he sold his
And she sold hers
I got no words
That shit really made me oxymoron the whole verse
Supa Hot Fire, if we fire, you goin' first
First like, boom, you keel over and roll in dirt
Killin' all you niggas if we talkin' bout throwin' verbs
For sure, I'm in a different league
Black, and the berry sweet
Blatant prodigy, but rap is what they expect of me
If I was a Russ or NF shade I could split the Sea, and do it more quickly
Goosebump flows, make your hairs stand up prickly
No expiry, I lay the verse down and Pickle beats
Hear me when I speak and most producers like "Let him eat"
Niggas think they N-E-X-T til I let them see
That when I get a pen and then go in, they should let him be
You don't wanna overstep with me accidentally
That's the end of all my enemies, not the end of me
I got a lot of DMs of offers and operations
I gotta know Ki, Ya like telecommunication
I'm in a chat with Dion, he givin' me motivation
The smartest in the room in nearly every given situation
I'm learning to keep quiet more
And only say shit when the mic front of my face when I'm in mine or Benni's basement
Monumental statements in my self-narration
The living incarnation of hard work and dedication and there is no one more patient
Every single time I play the flows, they ask me, "How are you not famous yet?"
You heard of Tortoise and the Hare?
Well it's the same as that
And when I get it, I'ma change the whole game of rap
When I get it, it's a wrap, retire all these cats
When I get it, I'll be gone- I won't be coming back
And this another one they'll stamp upon the dotted map
It's facts
(Okaaaay)

Written by:
Gerome Nash

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