Golden Calf (feat. Eddy Baker & Fat Nick) - $uicideboy$

MTM, hit 'em with heat Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream Yeah, I'm really what I talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk I'ma head-shooter, knock your top off My Oxys like my shooters, they really slidin' shit I can't see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch Fish scale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch Fifty on the Rollie, that's a bust down I can't keep on floodin' out 'cause I'm too scared to drown I'm a dog, I'm a dog, no Georgetown He like an umpire, finna catch rounds Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin' This an XD .40, I don't play with Smith & Wessons Long range, broad day, it don't matter, watch me stretch him Yeah, I'm still two and oh, why they try to make me felon? I got love for my gang, ain't no way that I could tell 'em Bitch, it's death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin' Big steppin' in Adidas, yeah, I put the Gucci down Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival

Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings When the distant sea blended with the sky Past Coliseum's filled with brass on pavements carved from toasted glass I carried in my heart a word or two You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play I'd resort to sleepwalking to catch the mood that fills the sails With harvest nets and tides don't ever bring But every night was Halloween, and every friend fell in between And how capricious nature ruled my mind You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings When the distant sea blended with the sky Past Coliseum's filled with brass on pavements carved from toasted glass I carried in my heart a word or two But you would always make me see today You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play I sound so different these days, I barely can believe I'm Me If I didn't know better, I would swear I was someone else Lord I can't believe, I don't believe I'm me But who on earth could I be? You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play