Lyrics:
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
the mirror
Just to hold myself accountable
Counting for the bars
I put on paper boy I ought to feel
Verified to classify I as
Both ends of the gold standard
If
the 'burban, blades
And I popped up twice
Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know
Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes
Chain on my neck, rocks up on my
the 'burban, blades
And I popped up twice
Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know
Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes
Chain on my neck, rocks up on my
your position
I been way too consistent
My drive & my ambition
We drop everyone listen
Look
I get designs shipped to the boy I'm too rich for the mall
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and sprites
Ridin in the burban blades and Im popped up twice
Wood strip got gold, leten em boys know
Ima hop out with
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
I'm about
So by now I think you figured it out
I think you figured it out
I think you figured it out i think ya
Hey, boy, what you gon' do
If you want
irate me
Wile out one, don't know how to take me
Take out crews on a daily
I said I take out crews on a daily, standard
I done the dance more than
Your
I was born in dat N.O.
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped
that weed out of my pouch i gotta dig deep
Cause when i make my rounds up on my block i gotta dig deep
Cause when i kick it with the boys i keep it
sweet
Sugar to me tea
You are the girl way me see inna me dreams every time me fall asleep o yeah
Most girls worry about gold and silver
But she nah
I was born in dat N.O.
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped
I get them racks
Off the shit that u cap about
Let that boy play we gone x em out
I had to run up a check in the drought
Babygirl loyal put golds in
Some of them so exclusive, I don't care if they tax them
You fall in love with my wardrobe, these shoe boxes, I stack them
Black Chucks and white gold
put it on God specific
By far the illest
I hop out my bag, my feelings
I'll catch me a bag a milli
We is them niggas that walk in the room and you
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me
from that North, N-A-W-F
North Atlanta, we for real
Eighty five north of Atlanta, home of the Gwinnett County Braves
Out-of-towners looking out
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me
like. Get out!
Wise Man 2: We must see him. We have brought presents.
Mandy: Out!
Wise Man 1: Gold, frankincense, myrrh.
(her attitude
rains
Them Boys Still Blazin' they always trynna out the flame
Told me we won't overcome somehow we overcame
Now they know my name, it ain't bout the fame
Off a gold plate flyin' in the Swiss Alps
Bullet proof North Face
Chefs that do jiu-jit'su, Wu Tang rituals
Bricks being broken on a scale
Being shipped
wash out
We all surmount
Standard inner city boy
Now fxxk it all
Beating through it I destroy
We standing tall
Can't justify a nine to five
We prolific
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