Christian James & John E Boy & Kodiak Soul - Gold Standard

Life is a film acquire an oscar, move through sand like Garra
If my skin is the target give one fuck bout a target, go target the officer
Ello hello, glide on the beat
No sign of defeat, when the pen meets the sheets
I've arrived at my peak, yo momma sees me tryna grab her a piece
No mam, flow golden, golden hulk hogan choke then slam
Damn, damage the mic. I'm so nice, so handsome polite
Uh, young black citizen. She needs wood well sure I could fit her in
Not a slice whole piece of the pie, If I don't leave a mark was I even alive
I don't know where else to start
I am the light in the dark
Left and came back I'm like Farve
Can't let my family starve
Say that I'm weird and bizarre
I rap like I'm Bowie on mars
Drunk but I handle the bars
Tell em' it's all in good faith
Know I get carried away
But they'll never carry away
Promise I'm changing today
Don't ask if I'm fuckin ok
I just need kush and OJ
I got some shit left to say
This ain't the same lemonade
That U knew from back in the day
Craig way I'm macking the babes
I wish you could see me now
I bet she believes me now
I'm finna seize the town
I'm sick but no sneezing now
But this is my season now
You want it I need it now.
Drew how I breeze through routes.
Your girl gonna see you out.
When she sees me now.
uh, It's fine tho.
Leave your shorty singin' Ariana high notes.
Grande bron james, get a title.
Hand on the Bible, dead on arrival.

Written by:
Christian James, John Hornung

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