Lyrics:
the fuck up like a real nigga should
I gotta boss up and put on for my hood
First things first boss up and get this money
Influenced by the city so that shit
or to another,
or to your brother. You're going to have to learn to sing this song, it goes:
Please don't pass me by,
ah you don't have to sing this .. not for
Don McLean for the sequel, the day when music died
But that'll never happen, shit will carry if we have to bump the motherfucking champagne
In advance,
Learned the rules which made life refreshing
Higher self took over I don't ask questions
It's an asset when it's up for rent
At Douglas station pondering
This is Blessed de for you
This is Blessed de for you
We going hard
We going hard
That's ok
If you don't like
My mama pray
Then ok
We going hard
We
the henna
I gotta lot of wisdom
But don't call me master splinter
Catch me in Dubai
Using gold plates for my dinna
One thing you can't forget
I like gold
't worry
I will be late, don't stay up and wait for me"
"Say again? You're dropping out, my battery is low
Just so you know, we're going to a place
Getting head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed,
Getting head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed,
to nation
Work hard
Pray hard
I'm like John McLean
Die-hard
Going up like a shooting star
No pride in that
A leader in fact
For a brother
I got his back
Do
on my brow, let's settle it now
I'mma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishing gold, waiting for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
You pulled your last string
Now listen to me
Just like Ron McLean
Cowardly Shot to fame for the money
Excuse me while I defend Grapes (Don Cherry)
What
You pulled your last string
Now listen to me
Just like Ron McLean
Cowardly Shot to fame for the money
Excuse me while I defend Grapes (Don Cherry)
What
playing with roots
I ain't playing no flute but you will lead with the way
So whenever we out in public I don't expect you to stray
I'm going need
I let you in
Bad mistake
I'll never let you win
Cause I, I'll take
All of the gold for me
All of the gold for me
Holding on to hope
Never be alone
I'm from a place
Where they don't stick up for
They wanna stick up
And if you ain't closing
Them draws you either pick up
Or have nothing to do
With
I'm from a place
Where they don't stick up for
They wanna stick up
And if you ain't closing
Them draws you either pick up
Or have nothing to do
With
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
on McLean n northern parkway I was servin dem fiend count up 200 thou wit a money machine right at da eagle was pumple da deisel get 3 for 25 or 2. For 15
take a chance for the price tag
Price right, know I won't stop till I got that
Gold in the mouth I don't need a dentist
Dexter in the lab I don't need
life not to be a slave
We are who they want to be
And they want what we got
My hood being gentrified
And that shit don’t stop
Should I pray to Jesus
He
life not to be a slave
We are who they want to be
And they want what we got
My hood being gentrified
And that shit don’t stop
Should I pray to Jesus
He
and just simplify
Simplify
This is not your floor
You're going higher than before
Drop the weight now
Wait for the lookout guide
Look outside
something I always live by
Go for the win
Go for the win
Go for the gold
Go for the gold
This is ya shot eyes on the clock focus on ya goals
Focus on ya
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