Goldenaj - Glide

What how I glide on it
Felling like Clyde
The Sipp I reside
I put in the time on it
And when it come in don't hold out yo hand
if you ain't put 5 on it

I'm toting 2 hammers everywhere I go
I ain't gotta keep a iron me
Don't compare me to yo kind homie

Nigga nigga nigga can't you see
It's GOLDENAJ
Don't nobody rep the Sipp like me
Use to kick it in Girbaud jeans wit a fresh white tee
Now I step out in a 3 piece this ain't no KFC

Butter yo biscuit
Like Santa down the chimney
I'm coming to grant yo wishlist
Dimer badge on purple
So it's on you if you missing it
I'm on a roll like Michelin
Pass me a stack I'm flippin it
If it don't touch my soul, I'm skipping it

No slipping too cautious, ouu
The challenger and the defender you leaving this bih with 2 losses
I'm still battling sparing the life of the nigga that crossed me
The rules of the game is eat or be eaten
That's what they taught me
So sparing you was not an option

Better listen to yo homies
They warned you I'm not a phony
No cocky bone in my body
We kick it like lody doddy
Thought me rapping was a hobby
You know better nigga stop it
Killing challenges in my pocket
Her avi Kamili shot it

What how I glide on it
Felling like Clyde
The Sipp I reside
I put in the time on it
And when it come in
Don't hold out yo hand
If you ain't put 5 on it

I'm toting 2 hammers everywhere I go
I ain't gotta keep a iron me
Don't compare me to yo kind homie

Written by:
Arbaneze Johnson

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