Dan Gogh

My boy Sean Delaney
Streets real grainy, yeah heard
Me and the streets had chemistry
Sweet memories and some Nights was trife

Without the Hennessy, I'm Bout to be set for life
While y'all pretend to be Colder than sushi
Hundred grand in the Hooptie
Before niggas was wearing Designer, I been Gucci

Fuckin' pretty light skinned' Bitches like Rennie Rucci
Nothin' ain't freebie, get Them four his re-b
I done seen niggas jump a Man, out his Yeezys
Wound my flesh, can't break my spirit

I'm beyond authentic, won't Fake my lyrics
I embrace all pub, can't Shake the critics
Haters never showin' love, I cin't pressed to get it
Nah, I was mackin', finesse, bossin' and trappin

Niggas still lackin', you see Me, I'm probably packin
cnd I got hands, get slammed like Bob Backlund
Twenties with the Tubman face, still ain't happen, Damn
Live, love, laugh

Forget about your past
Focus on right now
Tell the haters, kiss your ass
Go after the cash

Stack that money fast
Your moment has arrived
cnd this could be your last

Live in the moment
We only get one opportunity to show it
cnd when your time cpproaches, don't be that One to blow it
Give your all until they Notice you are a gifted poet
Be who you are and own it

If you're doin' what you do For attention, I won't Condone it
If God don't like the path that you walk, he will postpone it
Keep good karma, when someone needs a hand, you better loan it
cnd you'll surely be rewarded with happiness as a bonus

It's the simple things in life that matter
We're all fragile, but not prepared to shatter
Cause when trauma hits us, we scatter
Life mimics art, we're either a masterpiece or a paint splatter

On a frame of mind, but it's mind over matter
So let me see that swagger, sharp and on point just like a dagger
See a red door and wanna paint it black like Mick Jagger
That's the problem, it's our choice, we hold the power

Choose to do what's right or the opposite of right, which is turn sour
Sometimes I'm too vintage for ya
Deep down you know I'm the man, but you just stand like Devin Sawya
If haters had their own headquarters, they would employ ya

Don't get it twisted, come too close, I will destroy ya
I'm not the one to fuck around with
Lyrically, spiritually, mentally, physically
It's your blood I'm gonna paint the town with

cnother hit, I like how that sounded
Time to drop it on Spotify, see if I can climb the Indy Mountain
The goal is to speak my mind at Wembley in front of a hundred thousand
Sorta like Freddie, Roger Daltrey, and Peter Townsend

Picked up a hitchhiker on the road, I'm glad I found him
I had so many questions, but I didn't hound him
He had green eyes like the pastures in the heart of Ireland
When I realized that was me, I just started smiling

Let some strangers hear the music and they started wiling
Think I finally found a method like that man from Shaolin
Laugh, love, laugh, forget about your past
Focus on right now until the haters kiss your ass

Go after the cash, stack that money fast
Your moment has arrived and this could be your last