Lyrics:
had it
March student Madness do it with class
It's only right I make classics
Send me the white gold I will track it
Popped up like it's magic
the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked â??reeferâ?? back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that
even fire turns to ash
Your gold is another man's trash
Harsh reality, my homie died today
I just seen him last week, subtract another friend
My brother
cash out
Aint fuckin with the crew, man i’m upset
Shawty in my dm’s, say i’m up next
Bella sleepin by my side, and she always down to ride
I been Makin
The abandoned road
by the ruin of distant empire
tranported from earth to welkin
the magic ore
forged by angels
and returned to man
as key
Kendrick take one
What can I say?
I mean really, what can we say?
Day by day, season by season, twenty
To be exact
Growing up watching him paint murals
and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who
the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked â??reeferâ?? back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that
I had em shook
I had em shook
I had em shook
I had em shook
Play by the book
I had them read
Fuck all the feds
Aim for the head
Gimme respect
Gold
Whatever the cost bitch she start by taking it off (She start by taking it off)
I like gold all on my body yeah (Yeah) cause I'm that mother fucker
Need
Maybe I am the one that got away
My daddy say it's someone watching over you
Eventually the tables will turn
(I mean they always do)
These gold ropes
floatin' you might think I was a buoy
I'm comedic to the point that I could brag way more than Louie
Magic carpet but it's walkin' by my side might think
gold
Black queens, black love, forever we shall withhold
Black seed, black soil designed by the mother earth
Black man, black soul, don't undersell what
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
Eh yo, whassup E Double?
Yo what's up man?
Yo these crab MC's
Got us trapped up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do this
ain’t all my cheese, I just could of went bought me a bitch
I Just went went and ran up some shit , I ain’t even go by me a fit
Man these lil niggas Cap
at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
It's that Arizona sky that I've been
Missing all the time and I thought
You were by my side, and now I miss you
It's that Arizona sky that's got me
I am just a regular man, I aint no superhero
This was part of the plan
Ask any nigga I know
We was packing the van
Blowing that smoke yeah all by
Beatrice, what is that magic
That I see in your eyes
Cool exile
Arabian smile
From Paris to where
Oasis is gold
Beatrice, why do I feel so proud
(Pass me the tiger piss)
I tunnel rat into the hidden habitat of collage dog inferno
No turning paths back (charlie attack!)
The half man have orders
deserve a gold medal And
Props to my Niggas who pieces is Hitting
They ducking avoiding the federal
Back in the trap and I'm getting it Legal
Times is hard
askin for too much
Prayin to God thinkin 'did he give a fuck?'
Twelve years old I was always told
Every day I want it that glitter ain't gold
But
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