Lyrics:
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
crucified
Angel by me ride or dies
But we cannot ever die
That's because he sacrificed
Yea we rock out rock out
Feel like a Yankee I dugout
I'ma all star
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all
know I'm the bomb, feel like a Kamakazi
Tippy toe, we stomp you out, we catch you tryna' stop me
Third eye open, violet, golden as the Annunaki
Last
to spin, like a dvd
I love white bitches, like they love Starbucks
Should I whip my penis out and leave em star stuck?
She said, "tune, baby boy, I love yo'
ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
We some dirty south boys with da west coast flavor (West coast flavor)
Purple gold dripped out like a laker (Court side seats)
Hit my contact in
to start from nothing
To climb up the rope ladder step by step
When you fall down you will try it again
And even though I'm only 18 years old
I'm gonna hold
listen ya
Now I got a shot
And I play COD
You know I'm hitting the dot
They gone play this when I'm old
Throwback like a DVD
Can't compare the boy ya ya
Come with me and catch a vibe or sum'
Pop up out the cut, these niggas run like they gon' hide or sum'
Brite boy Undefxned, Shine like the sun
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
behind those days ruled by malaise
'Cause I figured out that other shit just ain't worth delays
[Verse 3]
I'm a Golden Boy, a pirate of the mind, ahoy!
Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin'
by her golden curls
She's sweet as sugar but tough as nails
Loving her daddy but giving boys hell
She didn't fall far from the tree
Every day I see
find your way out
Will you ever want a way out
You're my golden locks boy
And in my eyes you're lost, boy
Will you ever find your way out
Will you ever
a winning hand
Son, she always said, you gotta stand tall
Even when it looks like you'll take a fall
Life is short and sometimes sweet
Get out
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
I been
Grinding
Sliding
Riding
Hardy Boys top rope
Sweet chin music
Kurt Angle ankle lock
Beats I'm abusing
Undertaker tombstone
Rock rock bottom
nigga getting to it
Flipping stacks and cash out (Money, bitch!)
I’m that Golden Boy like Rashford (Yeah)
Golden Boy like Rashford (Yes!)
Do that shit in
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
was a beautiful child,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin sought to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all
Aspects of performing, his voice was golden
And had
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