Lyrics:
Listen, I'ma hundred percent hustla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another
his street
With a love that I can't hide
I've got one thing on my mind, yeah
I'll even sacrifice my pride
'Cause I want you
Ooh, oh, how I wish
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong
My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man
Caught me by that
my goals by striking gold
I'm coming up clutch
I got the midas touch
I won't be defined by missed opportunities
Got to make my own opportunity
Ain't
me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom
Like a preemie out the
Womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some
shouts to my daddy got love for my uncle learned from them boys that the streets is a jungle yea i might fall but i will never fumble got back on my feet
up off the porch
Thank god I handed on my feet
Riding city light I would roam through these streets
Tryna figure if I should get a room or get sum
and my dick
I’m deeply in love with her
Hurt when I found out
My best friend fucking her
Gates wanna get paid
Or I’m running in your crib
You don’t give me
like that y'all
Cruisin' down the street in my jett-black Volvo
Rockin' to the radio playin' [song name]
Heads all turn as I drive by
As I wave
average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz
Look baby, You know what I want
Your acting like it's that time of the month
Are you
really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from
don't feel my feet
My hands and my own face
I'll win the fucking race
They use to call me Pace
But I turned everything to gold
So Midas is the name
I
intervened
What a cold day in the gold's city
City up, red light blue light, city up
I mind my business I don't walk around out of touch
I mind my business I
bitch
Got these n***** running without using muhfuckin' feet
N***** only hit me when they want something
Bitches only hit me when they need
Dick up in
like, who is, who is he?
I straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets
My name's Ramona and you can spell it when I step in yo room
Take vi, Chevy
When I see the sunset there's glitter and there's gold
A heart I can touch
A hand I can hold
But inside this green room
There's no gold
The buildings
with new child
My brother with new car
And then I walk home afterwards alone hungry childless
Being beaten by emptiness is not enough,
I even get beaten
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
and thieves
I am a goat in the B's
Run thru YO house like K.B
Shopping for shoes KD
Ice on my neck and it's gold to the feet
Watch out lil bitch stepping on me
it
I had a bag, gucci on my feet
Louis v shoes, nigga watch me
Im too drip, leaving me
Im too good, when this shit comes to my way
Im living my life
than my phone screen, let's go
Fur floor, mask on, bare feet, nigga
100k a week, that's a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell
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