Gold Medal

I got the right to be a shitbag

Wake up haters, hi, hello, this is my gift bag

This for the youngins that's in school bein' picked at

Then grow up and be the one to make your ***** slap

This is a opportunity, I gotta seize the moment

For a second, I was kinda sleepin' on my opponents

For a second, we shared the crib with a bunch of roaches

Now I'm thinkin' zucchini dishes with designer loafers

Oh Lord, could you let me run into me a Oprah?

So I ain't gotta worry 'bout n*ggas that been gettin' over

By the minute and by the second, I been gettin' older

Wintertime, we all askin', "Is it gettin' colder?"

Hell yeah, I feel the stress on a higher level

Life racin', all I want is a gold medal

No stops, dream car, it ain't got no pedals

And when I'm gone, for me, just role up rose petals

Hell yeah, my n*gga

I know we all grow old and die

I know we all get cold at night

You know, you know we all catch that vibe

You know, you know we all catch that vibe

I'll never know until I get there

And when I see it, nothin' compares

I'll never know until I get there

And when I see it, nothin' compares

[Outro: Mac Miller]

Which is, by the way

The most important aspect of what you just said

Is the most important aspect of the whole thing

Is, like, evolving as a human being

Like, that's what sheds, um

That's what trickles down to everything else that you do

You know? Like, like, I could try and evolve as a artist all I want

But I'm if not evolving as a human being first

It's gonna be a disconnect, you know what I mean?

Like, I have to, I have to grow as, uh, uh, uh

And become a better person

Become a more well-rounded individual

Before I can, like, evolve as any type of artist, or whatever