Under the Hood - Specifics

Verse 1: Golden Boy

Here with a dilemma

A dip with an umbrella out my cellar

Let her in quick, the medicine sip, whatever

I’m clever on some accapella shit, that’s my main strength

But never been too bad, as well, at this gettin brains thing

I think the light’s dim

Not the type to fight gin

And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins

Right then the phone ringin, but left it-

Blowing in the night like the west wind crescent

My preference is a heavy snare

Yes, instead of some soft shit, got a sweaty pair of breath mints

The stars be glowing

We spark weed, holdin hands and a cold beer be the cardio and stamina

Top physical condition when I’m kissin

Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds chicken

She took off my cardigan, told me start again

I’m gettin more bad bitches than Mad Martigan

With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes

I rock no-brand sandals

I’m dealing with fans, you’re dealin with man-hoes

It’s romance — and more porn than Sancho

I never snuff lights

And havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right?

Touch ice, but my blood warm

Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk it’s a fuck-storm

And some more couldn’t hurt

Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a

Skirt yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely

And yo girl your skirt’s what entice me

Hook: Golden Boy

Yo, I’m a do it like this

Ask you if you love it so, if so, it’s on

And boo, if you love his flow, it’s Gold

And yo it’s all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood?

Verse 2: Golden Boy

I heard it through the grapevine

Word’s groupies got the eyes on the crew

And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline

Booty makes my day, yo

The bassline boogie nights gotsta groove crazy with them cutiepies

Seventies shit, you bet me, I will never be rich

I need to get me a celebrity bitch

Check this kid can’t afford Hennessy

But swish many more cheap 40's than you weak whores will ever sip

And rap effortless blessed with a certain effervescence

The better beef-curtain spreader specialist

Specifics, yo, don’t get it twist

Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice

Tryin' to get to paradise no asparagus

Just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridan’s

Solid gold providence

In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes

And all of this

A life of pantyhoes, expansive heights, patios and random fights

Yo my boys got cameos

Dance in the rain with phantoms all happy like we back again

I could never end it better than the last LP

So take a picture actually, let the image help me

Remember when it fade, like a dream

And I pass my name, and dash off yo to rap with demons

Hook: Golden Boy

Yo, I’m a do it like this

Ask you if you love it so, if so, it’s on

And boo, if you love his flow, it’s Gold

And yo it’s all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood?