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There's a city of gold
In Your presence, I'm told you'll make Your
Home
In me
And Your light I will be
Sanctified and renewed
I'm an ark that points to You

Save at the table, the one that we love, you know that they love us
The one by the window comes down with the fam, you know that they love us
Met them

pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud

will soon fulfill
And wondering what lies beyond that multicolored hill
Is it a city made of gold or just a landscape growing old?
Are they just colors

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

me
Yes I long to see that city there in eternity

It's fifteen hundred miles square and the same distance high
Made of gold crystal clear like a jewel

City of God
Infinite City
My heavenly home

I'll live forever
In streets paved with gold 
And death will be no more
Never to return

Infinite City
City

city ‘till I die
Ain’t nothin’ really, That’s my pride
I rep my city ‘till I die
Yeah I been trappin’ bitch, I grind
You didn’t kill me, but you tried

to put a bomb on me, gold cross chain from my mom 9 on me, aged 25 times what the time gone be, flow time bomb flows wit the m.i.c. You can't spit wit

the mob bitch I'm cut throat
You either hate, you a fan, or a Custo
I wonder who gonna come around when I touch gold 
Do I gotta sign a fuckin record deal

didn’t bother
To take you along 
And be friends with you?

Always had a heart of gold
Never did what I was told
I like to sit and watch
The world unfold.

what's up with me
Saying that you dubbed me nigga you is a lame to me
Niggas in different cities
Niggas in different cities
Niggas in different cities

Purple gas smoking yea it keep me gold
Smoking og it aint even old
Riding around the city with my seat back
Im smoking on that doja got my windows crack

Nigga first off
We on't give a fuck bout oops
We dem niggas in the city sliding thru every block
Yeah we the niggas in my city bitches begging for

Smooth on Da Beats, He be cookin up

(You Stupid)
I done been city to city, but you know I’ll always be (California Dreamin)
I get love in the A,

massive wall is of jasper
The city itself is pure gold;
And when my frail tent here is folded
Mine eyes shall its glory behold

In that bright city, pearly

O Traveler on the narrow way
To streets of gold through Heaven's gates
Though climb be steep and road be long
Keep your eyes on the City of God
O

You know days in the city like this
It's when they need you the most
Gotta hold it down
Gotta put the city on my back
Put the city on the map
You

Yea i know
Cuando viene a la city 
All he wants 
Cuando viene a la city
All he wants
Cuando viene a la city
All he wants
Booty call

Yea i know

She married for the money
Now she hates her life
Never thought she'd be
A gold digging wife
Gotta Pay the Piper
Gotta pay the Price
At least her car

Million meanings to learn
Sun is a fire that hurts
Ill of them demons been heard
Sick of them
We’ve got a city to burn ninja
We’ve got a city to burn

Vibe with the city
See the light and the glitz
With the chains and the whips
Get a nigga so sick
If I don’t get it all
Might smoke a Bobby
Might pull

gonna test you
I ain't make it out the city but I'm the one who furthest projected
And if they making threats to end me they better count up all they

Real

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

love red-bottom and gold they say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love french tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that