Lyrics:
like we got Soul
Melanin a pop like a black gold
Singing ma favorite song on the radio
Right yah now me gone ah street cause big dance ah keep
Bare
(The last of my kind)
Keep some pressure on em
Chea (Make it seem)
Shiny things
Gangsta posture holding gold bottles (Gold bottles)
Gold shades on my
get your wig pushed back tonight
Nigga I deserve my respect
And brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
When I was 13, I
of my mind
Cuz I wanna touch your soul
Show you all the things that money can't buy
It's better than silver and gold
I don't really care about what you
sweet
Music ah beat, everybody touch street
Ah me seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it ah burn up the crowd (once again played by the King)
mean your feet so small, look I'm too tall
King James to the court when you come to see me ball
I'm like, AWEE, her swag so crazy, god damn, she gotta
Beat
A world where we meant too fall I'm tryna stay on my Feet
The odds I'm tryna beat em all I ain't accepting defeat
Lost so many of my dawgs feel I'm
Beat
A world where we meant too fall I'm tryna stay on my Feet
The odds I'm tryna beat em all I ain't accepting defeat
Lost so many of my dawgs feel I'm
Fingers startin up the car
Style when I sleep
Slicker when I hit the street
Greens pillin' up
Body builder when I lift the beat
My weed sour my bitches
wanna see me go big
They prayin on my downfall
They just wanna see down, yeah
Goin all the way up
I won't let my feet touch the ground
Cause I'm grinding
rule the forests
And the rivers
And the valleys
I roam the streets
Won't face defeat
Got all I need
Here at my feet
The world is ours
It's in our paws
We
universe has laid at my feet and I'm walking
Yellow brick road inlaid with gold
Oh yeah I get it from my mama she's reigning on her throne
Ladekoju ore yeye
keeping my strap
Set it off then I take them off the map
Yeah Big Zoe
Whatcha Know
I'm still 84
My jacket all gold
Underneath be the pole
My heart so cold
and I'm focused
I be trapping for the future, and living for the moment
My pops, he a ghost, never seen him in this fucking
Where was Tim when I was
Go out into the field and rap to these people
I got the concrete under my feet
I got shotty right next to my body
I got the hood notes so street get
of cleaner fresher fruit
My spirit's destitute, ain't no hell or purgatory
Ain't nobody praying for me, I'm always by myself, I'm lonely
Even when we speak, I
The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I've
Took risk
And it's it's working out perfect
And all I know all my niggas gone get
Got on all gold, kick'n back on Pacific
Yea touch that
You gone
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
of hell
When die, he gon' die like a soldier die
Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
Blowing my
your town we gon' burn that shit down
They astounded by the mountain of gas I done smoked
Champagne fountain Ima fill up my glass when it gets low
Take
angle
I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows
It ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products sold
It's where we lock and load
Just to touch the ground where your feet have been I can see again
All my life to know you
All my life to show you
I'd give up my control just to know
finna ugh skuddah ugh ugh through the back streets
My feets got more cleats then the well known athletes
My bitch touch more chicken then the employees up
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