Golden by Treasn x 6x Lyrics
(Verse 1: Treasøn)
This that lyrical material
They say my rhymes imperial
The way they bite my style is super sad and so pitiful
I'd rather you be cynical
Listen to my words
Sound out every single syllable
Be an individual
You say you’re really real
We got different definitions
And what you've been representing
Ain't presenting shit to me
I’ve been smoking weed and conversating bout the things I see
But at this point in time I don't know what it is we need
(I don't know what it is we need)
(Verse 2: Treasøn)
Looking through the window of a past life
And tryna figure out what happened last night
It's half past nine and my liquor cup refracts light
Tryna rip the bong but it won't hit because it's packed tight
Trippin over countertops and cigarette daydreams
You're living off of rounded rock and silhouette vague things
Maybe choose a hobby that won't bring your mother pain
The stratus clouds are caving in and it’s about to rain
(I said it’s about to rain)
(Verse 3: Treasøn)
I'm an introverted extroverted fucking piece of shit
Went to the store to get some woods
But I was short bout 50 cents
Life is a bitch and I’ve been cheating on her
But in my defense
My cerebellum went on auto pilot
Might've been too lit
To comprehend what we've been going through
And how to make it end
But in the end we're gon’ get through this shit
And that is not pretend
But if not , we gon' circle back around and try again
(But we won't have to try again)
(Verse 4: 6¡x)
Grand Master 6¡x
I'm on another level
Dig your own grave homie
Better grab a shovel
I got the supernova heat
It melt you to a puddle
And talking all the crazy shit
You'll end up feeling knuckles
Coming from the gutter
We ain't really have shit
So if you got it and I see it then I'm taking it
You've been falling
You need to recommit
I've been coming for the neck ever since I was a Jhit
(Verse 5: 6¡x)
Slide down the street and grab a sack
Something fat
Sticky greenery and roll it in the back
I'm living currently
Quit looking to the past
Look into the future but it's lookin hella black
Patience is a virtue
Word , that's what I tell myself
Your mind is a tool
Learn to understand it well
Always move in silence
I got a A in stealth
And I'll never get held under by the pain you dealt
(Verse 6: 6¡x)
Sit back on a mountain
Underneath the moonlight
Tryna get my mind right
But this ain't my highlight
I don't live the high life
But I'm 6¡x
I get high
Smoke another blunt and I'll be alright
This that lyrical material
They say my rhymes imperial
The way they bite my style is super sad and so pitiful
I'd rather you be cynical
Listen to my words
Sound out every single syllable
Be an individual
You say you’re really real
We got different definitions
And what you've been representing
Ain't presenting shit to me
I’ve been smoking weed and conversating bout the things I see
But at this point in time I don't know what it is we need
(I don't know what it is we need)
(Verse 2: Treasøn)
Looking through the window of a past life
And tryna figure out what happened last night
It's half past nine and my liquor cup refracts light
Tryna rip the bong but it won't hit because it's packed tight
Trippin over countertops and cigarette daydreams
You're living off of rounded rock and silhouette vague things
Maybe choose a hobby that won't bring your mother pain
The stratus clouds are caving in and it’s about to rain
(I said it’s about to rain)
(Verse 3: Treasøn)
I'm an introverted extroverted fucking piece of shit
Went to the store to get some woods
But I was short bout 50 cents
Life is a bitch and I’ve been cheating on her
But in my defense
My cerebellum went on auto pilot
Might've been too lit
To comprehend what we've been going through
And how to make it end
But in the end we're gon’ get through this shit
And that is not pretend
But if not , we gon' circle back around and try again
(But we won't have to try again)
(Verse 4: 6¡x)
Grand Master 6¡x
I'm on another level
Dig your own grave homie
Better grab a shovel
I got the supernova heat
It melt you to a puddle
And talking all the crazy shit
You'll end up feeling knuckles
Coming from the gutter
We ain't really have shit
So if you got it and I see it then I'm taking it
You've been falling
You need to recommit
I've been coming for the neck ever since I was a Jhit
(Verse 5: 6¡x)
Slide down the street and grab a sack
Something fat
Sticky greenery and roll it in the back
I'm living currently
Quit looking to the past
Look into the future but it's lookin hella black
Patience is a virtue
Word , that's what I tell myself
Your mind is a tool
Learn to understand it well
Always move in silence
I got a A in stealth
And I'll never get held under by the pain you dealt
(Verse 6: 6¡x)
Sit back on a mountain
Underneath the moonlight
Tryna get my mind right
But this ain't my highlight
I don't live the high life
But I'm 6¡x
I get high
Smoke another blunt and I'll be alright