Gold platinum and Ice

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Ariyo Burna

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Ay Nio, show them what's up
Yeah, check, see
Low times, lonely night, I still rep for my team
Last breed of the realest ones that ever lived
Big stepper in my city, ain't no one like me
I'm the type to do it once on plan A, no B
I don't play on this beat
Only time that I did was when I was killing this
Beat
Trench kid from the ghetto, all I got was a project
Dream
Mom stressing, dad was slacking in the kitchen
Nothing is cooking, the stove is on zero degrees
Went to mercury, brought back the burners that
Came with all of this heat
Life done plunged my sides so many times and it's
Water I bleed
Devil in my ears telling me this life is a curse
Angels in Seraphim whispering, life is a gift
Too many wrong turns brought me closer to God
Now it's Holy Ghost fire season until I empty
These clips
Woah, sit back and relax bro
Heard they're slipping on me, gave em pillows to doze on
Sleep is the cousin of death, no plan to doze off
If I stay woke, sure thing, I'ma go for it
I take yours too, cause that is mine
I fell off many times and I double bounced
Standing on a higher ground, made a milli off the
Gram
Now the streets held me up on high demand
Ooh, my heart is made of gold, a rare gem
Sitting above titanium and ice, and stay froze
While I stay on my tippy toes
Young and reckless, walking around with a snotty
Nose
Co working with Caine, they're making profit off Your head
If Abel already knew, then he would be the first
One to slay
It's still blood stain on your hands, but in a
Different way
The world is that cold
Carry you all on my back like my backbones
I ain't just cappin, y'all know that I'm that bold
The Burna on my nor-wish came with a capital B
From Mercury with the heat
Such sacrifices came with a capital S
Probably why God still blessing me still
With all these millions that came with a capital M
Boys too dope, is he going off the migos
Why every ghetto barbie have his name on their
Lips like lip gloss
They keep wondering if he's truly Africa
Yoruba boy with no kaftan, hoodie dress and a
Duffel bag
Welcome to my country, the Naira land
We may have to took off together, but I'm lost out of space and I never land
The highest stream on my first album, butterfly in DC was in Netherlands
About to run you up on this Naira plan
Diplomatic hustler, got my suitcase back from Chinatown
Posted on a confidential contract in Afghanistan
I don't want to know my ops
One phone call to my cousin
And all you see is an army with no uniforms
Once I choose a rhythm, they play you with the
Tunes
It's not my reggae and definitely not my blues
Yeah I'm about that life, I'm a bonafide hustler
Under my black skin is the real me
So if black don't crack, under the sun ima go for it
If it rains then I will tell you about the nights that I
Cried for it
Day or night time, I got my ten toes bleeding
Cause I run for it
The quest was the devil's eye
I went through hell and then I rip it off
Nothing can stop me, I'm that deep
Applying all this pressure
You feel all that heat

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