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This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.

For someone who's got everything, life can
love you
We love you, we love you
A fur inferno on a twisted scene
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn
a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!

        Verse Two

By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck
spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah it's coming soldier, 
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
stays in luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in the back,
hundred acres like I'm triple platinum

Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like
Max Julian on a ho
Used to run the rock, Jim Brown in the snow
Moncler bomber, armor Under Armour
.38 special 'cause I believe in karma
Double
Starks stays in luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up

Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
reporters 
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers 
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think 

My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right
All I need is X.O. to set me in
Bitch I don't need yo pussy fought by
a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!

        Verse Two

By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East, 
well then why
And bullshit don't last long
A lotta yuppies sneakin'
Cars out when dad's gone
Crackin' bottles in clubs
Frontin' designer fashion
But I ain't about
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East, 
well then why
this life's not a problem
I been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggers way before my album
Drownin' my sorrows in bottles of Olde
Anybody can go, lose your
And Furious sequels
Oh
Now you's a gangsta, what's that sounding like?
My speeds the Batmobile, your speeds a mountain bike
Yeah
I write an album in a day
loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders