"The Golden Hour" lyrics

You can't talk to me don't speak on me don't look at me
Lyrical dope seller boy they might just throw the book at me
For spitting blasphemy see I take back what they took from me
Got my arm in the pot they like "what you cookin' E?"
Whack emcee's put 'em in the pot boil 'em rotten
This goes out to the lost and forgotten
Spook in the corner still over there plottin'
Unholy black devil bitch I don't pick cotton
This the golden hour hit your bitch with the golden shower
Golden grams got the Midas touch kid with the golden hands
Golden child raised in Detroit right off of 7 Mile
Golden rules always apply I let the money pile
It's not all good it's all gold is my answer
I'm solid gold and you a solid gold dancer
Since I can remember I been a gold member
With a gold card real life, living life hard
Cold crush it's a gold rush if a slug bust
Whole soul gold, sippin' ole gold sniffin' gold dust
Gold flakes up in the morning I got the gold shakes
Gotta learn to change my wicked ways for my soul sake

Gold bars equal gold dope like a gold rope
Rappers need to cleanse they self they got no hope
I'm so ill with the gold grill I got no chill
American made presidential with the gold seal
Golden ratio, golden girls give great fellatio
Took her teeth up out of her mouth and she went crazy bro
Golden glow in the golden club with my golden flow
The golden deed got the golden ticket, that's what you need
The golden goal goin' for the goal in control
Never go outside the golden circle breaking the code
Golden head got the golden goose to lay a golden egg
Watch me do my dance on 'em with my golden legs