Lyrics:
Turn the fucking lights out
I’m sitting here by myself
With a pencil tryina get the lines out
Of an empty mind in a night cloud
Full of doubt
Still
All pandemic no work
Got me hustling words to eat
So I'm out here fillin earholes
Y tiene medicina for the masses
Hope my ear candy goes gold
lack talent
Still could make it far
Know a friend who got a classic album
Get no plays at all
I work for everything I ever had
I could never fold
Uh uh
My mind is Wishy Washi
Split-brain is sure to cost me
My right brain looking for new paint obviously
My left brain looking for the best ways
the clothes tight
Before you step to me go get your flows right
Keep my bread rising my work is the yeast
Trynna get good I could train you like I'm Whis
Say
Swirling' Caymus Cabernet in some gold rim wine glasses
Over clocking myself until my mind crashes
They say 34 the downfall and prime clashes
They also said
doesn't work
You want me on your album well at least it's about a k a verse
I don't do it for fun i do it for real over the years i developed a skill
on my right, no hoes
She's on my mind, like woah
See I'm a knight in gold
I ain't gotta prove I'm the best around
How I gotta move, you could press me now
and gold consumed you
The crown I wear is often riddled with thorns
And when I'm cripped I dribble blood
Spit on the pages of poems consume me
I'm the bad
have given my best
But if goes wrong, man, then I will have failed like the rest
Of these people tryna turn lucid to plenty life
And me plotting
cats gettin real lame
Same ol' funny cats
Radio Cats
Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet
them men two steps away from usin' it
Abusin' it
I moved then it was all bad
It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad
Because
[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)
Blasting off Taking flight
Hope that's alright
But you can count I'll be there by the end of the night
I'm On Private jet visions
Not because I like
sensitve, you say the truth? It hurt dem
Fi write good songs, dem can't find a word
But full o' lectures, when time 'dem surrounded'
By the 'yes men', cause
(Talking in background)
I used to put everyone else first, it didn't work I was making myself worse
Until I realized my self-worth learn to love
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
heart so fucking Gold
This shit like artwork
Don't try to get info on my men cuz they might reach sir
Know we straight, no we don't bend better do your
I'ma have to learn another language
You the richest on the team
But you still work the hardest make changes
I fucked around and got famous
Right
Artist: Zuko SA
Album Title: Best In Me EP
Track Title: Best In Me
Track No: 5
Looking by the window I hope she go see me mhh!
ever since ndimbon
a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To VP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is
there's no bad words
Nobody has to work, there's no labor, nobody has to pay for anything
Paradise means everything in life that you ever imagined, that you
the album's not platinum then I'll have to rack a gold
This rappin' ain't for nothin'
Unless I hold plaques so I can sit up on a boat like Colin, roll that
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
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