Lyrics:
Oh shit, yeah
Say, where you headin' man?
You motherfuckers ain't going nowhere, man
Ayy, you know I'm just tryna to do my thing, man
Oh shit,
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
Uh. uh. Top Notch! Look!
I done seen the toughest n*ggas turn into a b(tch. I done watched a poor man front like he rich. I saw some wanna be
knew it
I've been blind just walking by faith to get to it
Gold Silver, your soul is good music
All the precious jewels that you hold
He gave to us
All
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
past the limit
To get through business dealings we had to pivot
Man's think I'm bullshittin'-
Like I ain't got my ducks in a row
They always wanna front
Boy dropped in, no father
1 grandma no grandfather
Raised by a single momma,
Low income housing Colorado
Suburbs where I was brought up
Rich white
And the pony man is leading
Cause he's travelled here before
And he gives a whoop and a holler
At Mr. Moon's front door
And then we stop to rest a while
Where
'n Sally
And Mary Joe and me
And the pony man is leading
Cause he's travelled here before
And he gives a whoop and a holler
At Mr. Moon's front
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
stash, I just laugh at your face
Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Red eyes in the evening
Tear drops by the poolside, it's in the seasons
Burning trees by the hillside, let go the feeling
Of feeling alone, alone,
attack us
Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass
Slick pose with another gold hit
By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click
All
Outta one came many, Electric Man runnin through the Electric City
Ruled and govern by electricity, it's like a dream
Our superiors are pathetic
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
covers the weakness you hide,
Life's worth is measured in more than gold,
but money makes a weak man feel bold,
Mocked by whispers, laughter in the air,
blow up your beamer
Then cut off your fingers
Got a gold AK, and a gold AP
And I'm slidin' down the street on fo's
Got a hit squad vato, niggas
Won't sip
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
that's why your casket is waitin'
Shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton
When I'm in your town you better cut like walter payton
Studio man keep
with that front,
I been living like the man, dawg, doing what I want,
I’m a grown ass kid making big decisions,
Fuck a 9-5 job, I got intuition,
Man I
these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga, this is New York,
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
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