Lyrics:
Inside a prison where giddy bitches don't jock the rhyme
Born in precision
Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
For them to just kick a single shillings
you've checked in
You ain't checkin out
Hope that I'll never be caught by whoever's hokage though
That's why you know that I'm knockin on wood release
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking
to these niggas
With my Listerine
If I was there you know we ball, Mr clean
I'm talking LIV Sunday blowing hella racks
Just getting right cause in my life
I
cold, but that body on fire
Ain't the smartest in the world, but looking at you girl
I'll be a fool to let the chance go by, so I'm gone
(Ask you what
don't know shit think its best that I split
Cause I don't wanna be another stat in gold city
Made it up but never made it back it's so shitty
I can't
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down South (who?)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell
phone got me running Like a new Bugatti
On tracks I be running it like who could stop me
Pull up, we ain't never finna stop a party
I just wanna pull in
I'm the truth
I got 31 flavors this just a 2 scoop
I got weed I got drank I got juice
I be sipping on that Remy like Papoose
Ask about me in my city I'm
From the golds in my teeth
To the concrete beneath my feet
I love you Miami
I do like the Atlas
Put my city on the map
City of taking a loss
And than you
been given by a magazine
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh
wants to see the city lights
Some things you can't see working a 9-5
Yeah 4am in Houston
Drunk as fuck on the summer nights
Views of the city lights
Just
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
winning I'm in 1st place
My grind is perfect there are no mistakes
I used to look like a prince k'dala
Now all I've got is a king's face
c castle of gold
jeopardize my spiritual growth
Accomplished more by myself than in a group
Less known path, ended down South collaborated with Ro
(Uh!) Stop fuckin' with me I
pussy wet she smell creed on Bond number 9
Ocean pussy, she was bad now the bitch ain't even fine
Look in her iPhone, every baller in the city
Now she
the Black Eskimo
I ain't talk to be talking, I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your
crack that case, ten bottles of Rosé
This was brought to you by Dre
Now every motherfucker in here say
"Look who's responsible for taking Compton
didnt have nothing low
Walking to the store for some dutches in the cold
On my accessories i only need gold
Who knew young boy turned pro
This swag so
never ever look back
Where I'm from it's all about
Gold and Diamonds
Everybody just wants
Gold and Diamonds
There's always conflict over
Gold and Diamonds
in his neck
For gold necklaces
That's what reckless is
Look at the record biz
DC in 85
Look what butt naked did
Crack era veterano
I'm one of em
Never
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
on the west side
A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his hoe and say, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Look in my eyes nigga
You see
drifting on the waves
The storm has passed us by
But there's no end in sight
Look! A star shines in the distance
A luminous persistence
A goal for us
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