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gold, charismatic
I stay around them O’s I’m a savage
I got sauce I’m a salad
I stay in liquid form what a talent
Rapping about the coast I want balance

representing from the east to west coast 
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south 

Shocking & bodyrocking & blocking up

nigga
The wigga
Connection flex from Ingle Watts to Texas
Ridin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus
Out the gutter, born to smuggle
K ball sag so much you

Be some golds
Aye but look Don't me wrong Summer time I'll Pop out froze
Niggas judge my Lack of tats Like that shit Is law or code
Tatted Ass pussy

Mass transit away from any obvious answers 
As viscera becomes gold standard 
This conflated operation will lay waste 
To any trace of pure imagination

memory"
"Perhaps I have dreamt
Or forever I was in transit"

Lights have taken form
Blinding and majestic
Encompassing its own absence

The once empty void

the mainstream?

Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two

tell you something about that flow

Ain't nothing more powerful than the soul, baby

Super natural flow
Make some actual gold
Check ya lateral wow
I'm

I'm just tryin' ball with my bros
Lately i'm the greatest of 'em all with the prose
Know it's my callin' i'm all in the most
Peelin' off to the coast

January through December
Coast to coast, propose a toast
For every single time that I've flown in coach
For every trip I took on public transit
Felt so

Hip Hop Soldier

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

Under-educated, your style is dated
You talk behind my back and your rope's gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef will never end
I'll drill your

Success

Fat Joe

Jealous One's Envy

1995

Yeah 

This joint right here is goin' out to everybody gettin' money 

I mean the real cream

All up and down the East and West coast 

Check

Whayback

Artifacts

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

1994

dissapearin
The West coast was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJ's were breakin down record store doors
to get the Biz Dance and the Chante Moore's

The story is touching like Shakespeare wrote it
Potent enough to propel a helicopter off and coast it
It opens with a hood setting, hood life, hood

and always on time
Young prodigy, I'm like Nas with 'Illmatic'
I'm still at it, my mind always moving, my pen rapid
I spit acid, niggas would've sworn I was

see through see me
I can't be seen like airborne pathogens
A breath of fresh air in fresh pair
Of check airs coast ain't clear til the check clear

component of the dystopian era
The psychedelic drug LSD rapidly spreads across the West Coast
Creating a variety of change from the rise of the San Francisco

Night Life

Outsidaz

Night Life

2000

Porsches
Me and Nawshis, y'all shoulda been being cautious

My Night Life'in, make cats get liars
When Axe pass the striker, I rapid fire
Nauseous, I'm