Lyrics:
They say proper preparation prevents poor performance
Most of us get harassed by the past so the futures extorted
Niggas don't believe in they dreams
she ask for
I go off on in Mack mode
Red bone, cute face, 5'5
Ass clappin' in the air, call it high five
Shoot first die last, we abide by
I gotta
dollar, ask what I feel? Nada
Give a bitch yellow fever, all these gold bottles
And late models, I lean throttles
Roof back with the coupe black, playa
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
to prostitute
Godly things for things of gold
Time has come
The trumpet's gone
You are seeds of Malebolge
If these flames won't fill you up with shame
Don't
some gold
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
in like church on a Sunday, It's funny I'm eating so good that my tummy is numb
Enclose me in gold like a mummy or silver or something so I can look
areas Salem's song tales The Haarp radiates mistake chems for contrails
The glass hook smashed by a dusty long nail
Stocks change on a rumour golds spent
There is no after this
Used to have the soul of activist
But I sold that shit for a pot of gold
A microphone, and this rapping gig
Can't believe that
pour over by choice and I bite the peach
Land ahoy behold a 4-leaf clover
Lord keep me away
I can get my rocks off from just smelling the smoke
Ex-stoner
Shorty want to be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs
Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge
Or outside on the pavement, bleedin 'cause
He got hit by
across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M]
that I was all gold
Before i go
Promise that i'll pass by
Shrouded by the night sky
Trying to make the world mine
One day at a time
Simple situations
life is like a knot
Yea i know it's all too much
Your square lyk a table
Your a gold cable
Wasn't born in a stable
But I'm 3rd wurld enabled
Then I'm off
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
I was raise by women that run with wolves
Protect like the eagles
And thunder bolts
Tell wise old
Story’s so wonderful
That bring great light
& Butter this shit too easy too easy
This gold like 60 years old hope y'all could see me uh uh
Hope y'all could imagine this shit me and my thick rachet
Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
The devil want me
Leave it
as a John Doe, I told niggas
Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas
I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers
Here come the general for
The grand centerpiece was a gold green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
First of all, a film to explain his life-long
I guess it's all that, layin like doormats..peed
When I make this hit you try to catch me
I told her, ?nine-sixty years? all the papers near
Now I
Stop repentin, now go where I sent him
Now children go when I send in 60 Sec
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the one by one
One
ass and titties (shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
Yellow Rolls, white gold, I got on three tones
Chocolate bitch super thick in a camoflauge
homies be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go
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