Golden Hour MIKE (Ft. Larry June)

[Intro: MIKE]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: MIKE]
Spend it fast, and get it back quicker
In the club when we splurging on the black stripper
Keep the fam' fed and happy, that’s a hat tipper
Big Jatti keep catchin' on the bag zipper with the bag-lifters
Out in Cali, unclassy, I’m a bad lipper, big tag ripper
Lil' fat, need the Rick pants bigger
Make bands, but I need to see the gang richer
Who your mans? I don't see you in the gang picture, it be fan-fiction
Where your hands? Let me keep a couple grams in it
All that ham shit and tweakin', boy your plan glitching, could've ran with it
Got wit' Naav, we've been schemin' on a grand mission
In the Gaza, the one where all thе sand isn’t
They tryna jock us, but it only be embarrassin', all thе carelessness
Like Obama in your city, we be airin' shit
I'm a problem off a jiggy and a Claritin
For the somber, we was thieving in the clearances
Now I'm tryna put squad up on the Barron's list
Lotta bruises, lotta trauma, takin' care of it
I ain't choose how I was brought up, I'm aware of it
Nah, I ain't lose it, I was cautious, was beware of it
Thought we was through it, how I saw it, but we here again
Yeah, we here