Lyrics:
and shows, gonna shine like gold
Being alive, that's one of my goal
Having a life being the best that I go
My last words, I don't even know (Yeah)
I'll think
the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic
Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec
Loved not for who you think
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
The Black Gold
Black to gold black to gold black gold
Come and hit this black gold
Let it heal your soul
Feeling like 95 death row
And most of these women
The Black Gold
Black to gold black to gold black gold
Come and hit this black gold
Let it heal your soul
Feeling like 95 death row
And most of these women
Shoulder height
Flow is nice, the rap game Poltergeist
A lot of y'all are overhyped
Talking about sacrifice like you don't know I'm Aztec?
Ese Mexicano with
Think they know shit, but really yousa hoe, bitch
Thank you for the notion
Cameras on me in motion, down by the ocean
Back home like oh shit, backbone
and focus on me like we don't need no road (road, road, road)
Driftin' 'round the corners like we livin' in Tokyo (yo, yo)
You got me, you got me
I just
her a F wish we could go pass that,
In laws I'm ancient like Aztec what you expect, just be thankful that your daughter haven't gave me no ass yet,
can't let go, let go, let go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end
used to be just like you
I did the things that I liked to do
But now I do what I'm told
All for my tiny little pot of gold
Girls all take brand new
and it's a gold mine, uh
Make that chop Mili Rock like on this gangster shit
Whoever don't like it, they can suck a gangster dick
If she a real bitch
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Dealers
We got homeboys who just like kicking it
And Vato's like me who grab the
Mic and start splitting it
(merciless) "You're in for a phat treat
Trip
with the pipelines
They hacked into my cameras and my phone lines
I'm hearing that prisons is a gold mine, And it's go time
On a man that look just like
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
I'm writin'
Hear the blast of the siren
? trapped with the iron
Im fighting like on my own verse is an Aztec
I blast tech, slash necks,
Smash you
Gold presidential for the
Gold digging bitches
Bouncing on the bands she like
I'm fuckin' hitting switches
Gold presidential for the
Gold digging
Gold presidential for the
Gold digging bitches
Bouncing on the bands she like
I'm fuckin' hitting switches
Gold presidential for the
Gold digging
glitter like gold when the filter on
We act like trolls for the audience
We all gon' scroll n keep loggin on
We all somebody on the camera phone
Seen
Gold isn't gold 'less it's tested by fire
No Tony Stark but we stronger with iron
The ground here feel Rocky but we turned out fine
Feel like God
at your door
Like a baby boy
Flowers waiting at your door
Like a baby boy
Would you say yes to the rainbow
Would you say yes to the rose gold
Yes
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
(Quavo)
Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
Supermodels
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