Golden Gate Swagger by Bekpe

Intro

Yeah

Golden Gate swagger on a midday

Ayy

Verse 1

Steppin out my whip, paint still drippin

Bum rush the mission, cash keep flippin

Playas on the block where the fog keep sippin

Sharks in the water, real talk, quit bitchin

Neck on freeze, but the city ain't cold

Muni on a roll, couple stories get told

Mouth stay slick, dirty words pure gold

Rollin down the Mission with a bag full of mold

Chorus

Bay game ruthless, sideways movin

Fuck what you heard, top down, we cruisin

SF native, heart stay provin

Snapbacks bent, middle finger to losin

Verse 2

Hella fit, deep pockets on dumb

Can't knock the hustle, got the city goin numb

Chillin in the Fillmore, sippin on rum

North Beach vibes with a freak, gettin some

Skatin down Market, cussin out the cops

Graffiti on the walls, can't tell me to stop

Bankroll grown, yeah, we stacking these knots

If you talkin weak shit, you can kick rocks

Chorus

Bay game ruthless, sideways movin

Fuck what you heard, top down, we cruisin

SF native, heart stay provin

Snapbacks bent, middle finger to losin

Verse 3: (Second Rapper)

Slide through the Avenues, slappin that Dre

Deep in my hoodie, on that grime all day

Mission dollars stackin', dirty-minded ballet

Keep it filthy, Frisco slang—let 'em parlay

Taggin up a six pack, Giants cap twisted

OG homies posted, game so explicit

Bay lingo reckless, shovin all them limits

We ain't never quit—city life, we livin'

Outro: (Both)

Pier cigs lit, wrong side of the tracks

Shout to the hustlers never cuttin no slack

Soak game like rain, never fallin off track

We that Frisco bloodline, runnin it back