When I woke up in the morning, said i'll get it on my own
Cuz your gesture won't help me sleep
Devil only speaking to the weak
When you out the dirt the mothafucker finna flee
Since the money clapping in through the phone, lil bitch
Three accounts and two paychecks in a week
Fuck i'm tired of drugs i'm living free
Only place you could destroy me in your dreams
It's the fuckin independence that turned me to a man
Never fuckin asked for hand outs, since the kid was a man
How many masterpieces cooked up lil bitch more than ten
Since the first legacy Le Goldmane was a champ, huh
Champion in the mist, I could put her in a state of bliss
Give her something bout me that one day she finna miss
Fumes of the devil in the concrete of abyss
It's Yung Le Goldmane the boy that why cash comin with a flick
Monetary gain from everybody watching me
Put my visuals in sound so everybody see
Roses on the floor, scattered cross the concrete
I could live this day again
I could put it on repeat
I might give this motherfuckers something that they could repeat
We was born to be legends, underwater legacy
Le Goldmane a boss making money when sleep
I know things a will get better in the future
Believe me
Ohhhhh I feel it
We was in another place when we done fucked lil bitch like
Ohhhhh I feel it
We was in another place when we done fucked lil bitch like
Ohhhh I feel it, ohhh I feel it
*Angels singing