Lyrics:
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
His Majesty feels
‘Cause it’s way beyond albums and deals
It’s big business, long hours, for real
Strong power from the tower of skill
Knockin’ you
I'm draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh, rockin' handcuffs; that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat, overload, I think I'm the Don, but no Rocco
This
maine shaktiman
Bana kilvish
Vishwas Geeta mann mein
Mere ab khwaaish
Aane waali album
ENGINEER
Ye Numaish
Warm up Gear up
Cheer up mere Boys
So Raha tha
person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
entertainment
All-access passes, gold plates on top of silk fabrics (yeah, yeah)
Backstage to Backpage got bitches by the duos (yeah)
Palace like a group home,
that gold I give you new fashion
All Andrew Jackson's yo wrist be flashing
Outfits be matching seatbelts be fastened
I'm on yo team bae I am
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
for the gold (The gold)
We the last Egyptians (Egyptians)
Triple plaques for this album (Album)
And i need all my back end (Back end)
She like it from
reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
County my nigga Chaz
Gotta celebrate the wins time goes by so fast
Tone Gold was born in Suite 302
LA California panoramic view
Over 200 thousand streams
ever, it still remains untold
Out of time, out of love, I could never fold
All these rappers mining silver while I’m mining gold
Seem like nowadays, every
Got a new chain now my neck cold
Got a new bitch do what she told
Bought a new whip and its rose gold
Saw my ex girl give a mean scold
Made her tear
I need premium
To fly higher than helium
Try to get to Elysium
That's why I never listen to Jay Z
Albums costing so much that it's making me crazy
I
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
the album, typical
Bitch my wrist is gold
I'm Ibaka on the pick-and-roll
I make sure the bricks step in
I push the envelope
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
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