Lyrics:
going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
Bury me in a golden casket
Drop it in ice so I can die as the coldest rapper
Document my chapters, look up to me like I'm in the rafters
Ignored so
Fly, fly high my Black Eagle
Let golden thread bind our eyes
May our minds and hearts blood unite
On your wings carry me over the abyss
Beyond
or not
Want you back or not when I say
Let's run away
Let's run away
Together in arms we'll dream about the stars
And head off very far
Ambiguity
Ambiguity
Yeah we pistol packin, bust niggas
(bang bang)
Never worry 'bout the spotlight (nuh uh)
This star nigga keep the Glock tight
(that's right)
That's for
I'm the golden child never red headed
Never felt better on my lucky number seven
I'm the spark plug, my fist rebuttals anybody tryna start something
Went marching to the grave
My country
Is haunted by a spirit
With a long white gown of cotton
cnd the shackles of a slave
My country
Is the land
Local star for my vocal art
Stages smoke and charred
Disregard, got me broken heart
Eatin' golden arch throw a dart
Hope my phone is charged
Before I'm
down
Blind by abyssal light
Crawling endlessly
My voyage is almost done
Beyond the endless bleak
Golden city lies in wait
Prism towers touch
i've walked in solitude on ice cold winter days
i've watched a shooting star blaze over Swansea Bay
ive stood in churchyards transfixed there by
When I look up to the stars at night
You are the brightest one in sight
I wish I was the glow that is surrounding you
To bathe in your golden flame
y'all
Yeah, yeah-ya'll
MLK, he had a dream, like JFK
Both shot, instead
By bullets fired with so much hate
We march instead
We took the streets with BLM
Heard the whispers, clear and sharp
From the roots of her Celtic heart
Golden threads that nothing could part
Sewn by the light of the stars
She
sabre's
Our rap is like Madd Dog you trappin like Gefrey Loc
Every homie from our hood have a respect just look
We don't give a shit if we have 1 or 5 star
going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway
today watch them
Pray up to them golden gates
Not talking the team or estate
But if we're talking bout money that we can relate
You talk to shorty who
evermore
Because of Christmas Day
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
While shepherds watch their flock by night
They see a bright
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every
you hold the key to change your life don't be stupid
Come politic with some prophets constantly floatin' off ganja
Mami open, body golden she engulfed
Outside of this world
There's a life force still burning
Outside of this land
There's a star shining free
In silence we stand
On a golden
for a dumb grown nigga
I'm speaking to the kids that alone don't give up
Ahead of your Biz young Lord don't deliver by the stars
Every inch go hard you
for a dumb grown nigga
I'm speaking to the kids that alone don't give up
Ahead of your Biz young Lord don't deliver by the stars
Every inch go hard you
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every
got clear of the wreck
He was bit by two dogs which he didn't expect
The hoss he bumped into a long hitchin' rack
Where a team was hitched to a wagon
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