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Pharaoh being snitched on
Mickey Pharaoh will not accept the blame
Mickey Pharaoh made
Made you say Pharaoh
Made my credit billionaire Brand
Gold
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
in my room like she a singer
I could outdo your album if they see I dropped a single
Know they want my soul this shit full of gold
See them seasons
yeah yeah I got that Midas touch
Might just turn this one to gold, then platinum (Let's go)
We just 'gon see how this goes, this ain't the album (No no)
stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts
the doors (It had to be done)
Took the risk and it came with the gold
Now all my regrets washed away by the dough
Broke the commandments I knew it was wrong
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Routine things turn to memories of gold
Ice so cold u can see that it's froze
Time flyin by now it's leavin it's gone
Sitting here in silence while I'm
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
platinum but I think the albums Gold
It goes day by day
Bad days come through then its play by play
If you got bad vibes then there's no way
I think we're
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm
under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, be -12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
place to grow up"
King Tut: gold mane
Lion spitting propane
"Not a single record sold,
Album still went gold mayne"
King Tut: you silly slut
bitches
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by
King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her
the compass
I have no regrets, I am gonna lie
These instructions I'm living by
From some sort of TV lines
You give a head you wanna fly
Obsession to compile
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