Lyrics:
glamour, gold, and shiny things
And just for a buck,
An arm and leg and 95% of half of my blood
I'm pretty
Glowing up for really
But Chased by niggas who
to the drama
"No I don't know that number"
"Why the hell you text it?"
Heartbreak hotel man, with no exit just checked in
Young and living reckless
And I,
(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show
business)
(Just playing around)
(I'm here on monkey business)
(Look what I found, just playing around)
Flew in from the city
Just got into town
pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
what they talk, aye
Y'all fifteen minutes up, I checked my watch then broke that clock, aye
Look, so where do we go next
Shit, ha, I don't know
Ya pops
peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
And Solid Gold
My Name On The Radio And In The Magazine
My Picture On The TV Screen
It's Ain't Like That Yet, But -Huh- You'll See
I Got Potential And You
think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van, so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found
and it's hectic (what?)
Found the safe, checked it
Shit looks detected (what?)
Just what I expected when I got no word from him
Asked around but
someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
the ride
And I stay on the strong
Blowing smoke in the sky
Cant tell that they bitch by look in they eyes
Just look in there eyes
Just look who they a act
would trade gold for food
I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead
Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if
while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was entering a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made
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
who's real and never greedy ugh
Swear to god I'm the best in my city right now
You don't wanna test it better pipe down
Didn't get the memo I'll send it
to coexist? Law is just taking the piss
Take and conquer are minds today until we're cowardice
Life it is a game
Keep in mind
Inside the brain
We dive inside
All of my guys
Dey for abj city
Who be this guy
And they call me tall skinny
All of my guys
Dey for good Abj city
Ayye
Good guy
Good guy
Good guy skinny
lie no lie
I'm falling for her why lie why lie
Tell her drop by she can't deny
T on the beat Blukub bye bye
Guess who made it, (UH)
Now look I'm
titties, I swear
I feel the phoniest
'Cause I'm from a city where you
Never know who your homies is
'Cause everybody want your spot No
ID told me this
Oh, I
guess: Parle vouz Francais?
The wheels down, they in they feels, now
cnd if they question where we headed
Mufucka, look up!
They wanna know my name
They
stack til I fall like domino
Uh
I am consumed by greed
Diamonds are too icy
Blinded by who I see
I think it’s you I need
Promise for you I
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