Big Tim the Glider - Gilded Lyrics

Open your mind, see my glide it's the only way
This my only jay, but you can hit it if you live it
If you can go get it, nigga, come back with it, sky's the limit, f*ck landing
My shoes never touch the canvas
I been smoking earth ever since I touched the planet
Flyest nigga standing
Shoes Off-white, jeans Purple hoodie Lanvin
I ain't never wore no f*ckin' Stan Smith
Stand on my ten and I was on ten
Big Tim, and I'm not known from the gym
I just smoke weight
Told you niggas that it's glide or die, I chose my own fate
Clearly I'm a motherf*ckin' live, dig your own grave
Niggas runnin' round in our disguise, get your own wave
She ask me if I fell out of the sky, these niggas so plain
I'm high in my own lane
You'll die and be a no name
I try to stay up in the sky, blowing propane
Or fried getting slow brain
Rap game so lame
I don't give a f*ck, they rap, act, flow the same
I don't get it, bruh
I ain't tryna be these niggas
Or sound similar, niggas know my glide endless
I ain't never trippin', I'm too busy livin', made it out conditions
Yongest pitchin', get him out the kitchen, like I'm outta
Bitches on me, I'm a boss nigga, yeah, that's what I'm giving
I feel like Wayne, when he in his prime, I ain't got no celings
On my block, I'm really one of them, but I ain't one of them
Can't trust a soul, if them niggas neutral we can't f*ck with him
That's how it go, make the wrong move get lined because of them
Guess why he died?
Cause a another nigga bitch in love with him,
That shit wicked get a ticket, white picket fence it
You can't teach you just gotta show them they'll never get it
It's a heavy burden so you go strain when he tryna lift it
It hurt my soul seein' them struggle cause they don't know they gifted
It's not a race, it's about pace, I just hope they finish
Golden Era the now not it
So I just keep it vintage
I just keep it vintage