Gold Medal

[Verse]
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 bitch 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 niggas 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 nigga

[Chorus: Choo Jackson]
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

[Post-Chorus: Choo Jackson]
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