text: Ay, red lights on in the Boulevard
  That means business
  Throw up in this bitch, I might
  Corny bitches make me sick
  I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
  Gunna
  Made man like Joe Pesci
  I need Deniro or Ill Rob her
  I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
  Called an Uber helicopter
  Bought a pound from a rasta
  Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
  Award shelves need an Oscar
  They need my merchandise on Melrose
  David Bowie of my generation
  Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
  Came from public education
  Ramen noodles with the bacon
  I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
  Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
  Dub was working at the steel shop
  Slim was working off of 1st block
  We still roll together every day
  Except we might be on a private plane
  Why would you ever come from nothing
  And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
  They be asking why Im such a legend
  I took so much acid, I be forgetting
  Im a golden god, Im a golden god
  Im on the roof of the party
  Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
  Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
  The type to put the red beam on you, I aint talkin bout a laser
  We the golden squad, we the golden squad
  Double X, we the hardest
  Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
  Shouldve never got us started
  Motherfucker, Im retarded
  Do you know how Im regarded?
  King of underground, King of Cleveland town
  King of marijuana gardens
  I cant stop myself from coughing
  Four thousand dollar bong rip
  Custom made for the new house
  Cant believe I never had shit
  2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
  20/20 vision, see the future
  Looks like the crown do fit
  I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
  8 ball, and a suede robe – rockstars dont say no!
  This beat so flame, though; I forgot to say my name, though
  Bitch, Im G-U-double N-A, Gunna!
  Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
  Man, Im wildin every summer
  I aint like my daddy, he religious
  Im with bitches burning rubber
  Im a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
  Models be on the same thang, thang
  EST, thats the gang, gang, gang
  Im a golden god, Im a golden god
  Im a golden god, Im a golden god
  Im a golden god, Im a golden god
  Im a golden god, Im a golden god
  Im on the roof of the party
  Bitch, I thought it was a drought
  Bitch, I thought you had the clout
  Im a golden god, Im a golden god
  Im on the roof of the party
  Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
  Still all the way dangerous