Lyrics:
flip sixty twos
This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin' right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
the court pins with me, sneakers my size you ran them
Handle beef by the pound, I ain't loud
I'll wait to stab you 'til we line up for chow
Thou shalt
and premeditate to grab
And then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallons
Crack
in her jet black hair
Over sixty years I've been loving her
Now we're sat by the fire in our old armchairs
You know Nancy, I adore ya
From a farm boy
as the hate grows colder
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by
clutch as fuck
Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup
Old school vis'ans rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands
By six
with me
Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos
This isn't my style
I spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town
Gold bars shutting it down
Bottles
(they can keep it)
At 17 I made six figures (yeah)
Immature young rich nigga (what else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
keep it shaking
Until she get bucket naked?
How 'bout she make a dollar
And stop the procrastination?
How 'bout I been a king?
Lord of the gold rings
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
to dream, but then I woke up to live life
Wanted to be cool as rappers that claimed that they gripped the steel
But they all got pistol whipped by three-sixty
I'm on a side way i'm on the right way
I might die mothafucka
Don't you enter any, hollow gold listen
I'm a hustla, mothafucka, and hype me
Won't you
, seventies, eighties
Nineties and today with your host Kelvin
Melvin, this is 'Drive By', and we got
A new track by the man
Pegz the song's called
"Fool's Gold
sell like hell, it's only right that I get twice all the gold
A long way from classrooms in bootcuts and dollar store Vans
In the halls feeling like life
Trip to Laurel
Verse 1
Crawlin’ off the Metro, at Hollywood and High
Heading down the Boulevard, past Marilyn, I sigh…
Stop by the ‘Whiskey’, I
some pushed on to California
And others stopped to take their rest.
And by the Spring of Eighteen-sixty
They had opened up the west.
And then
I am somewhat startled and then soon after rudely awakened by another unnerving episode of air turbulence as our transatlantic air-carrier
a razor for your veins
Ima burn it all down I got smoke for 60 days
Take your shots
Im diging plots
Going gold for all you dirty little thots
Advice for exs
smoke fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby
(sixty bucks? ? !!)
Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (lick)
Slime in
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
freak shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with heart
But is
My melanin cold
I'm proud of my naps
Pardon my soul
Can't gentrify that
I still rock gold
I look like I rap
Damn I look dope
From head to my toes
back stand by thats a threat to my black life
Ready to grab 44 because of 45
Two hundred thousand Americans plus died
Never been on pace to make
They say proper preparation prevents poor performance
Most of us get harassed by the past so the futures extorted
Niggas don't believe in they dreams
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