Lyrics:
Last name was English and the first name Olde
But Gold couldn't take the dick it made me lazy
We split apart and now I met this new trick Dainy
Now me
You're made out of gold (Yeah)
He's made out of gold
We're made out of gold
They're made out of gold (Yeah)
When I make music, I do it for fun
It's
who made do it
I choose relationships you niggas a bad influence
You had a kid and still obsessed it's time to face the music
Nigga I made you
Got
We're stressing and testing new feelings
Our mind Is playing new tricks
Like a rubix cube switch the algorithm to fix
Lust and love don't mix
Like what
feelings
We're stressing and testing new feelings
Our mind is playing new tricks
Like a rubix cube switch the algorithm to fix
Lust and love don't mix like
popped the seat
Made my own clothes, I don't need no receipt
'Less it's Holiday on me like I'm Jesús Tree
A lotta you niggas try to be like me
Vibe jack it
brought good food for you."
The kids were intelligent, they recognized the voice of the wolf and said,
"O wicked wolf! Do not try to fool us. Go away!"
Then
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
, tell him his dad has the kid
Already died for the kid, came back alive for the kid
Yuh, the name of the game is survival again
Like when the Bible
Never happy anymore, that's as if you couldn't tell
I can't take it anymore, but I'm too proud to ask for help
All this pain inside can't be repaired by
gotta scratch them ticks
Ain't rich but I might be
And I'mma shoot these flicks I'mma turn these tricks anything for a slight fee
Yea made in America
where I can be with whatever
The type of money where we can get a crib together
The type of money where we can have a kid together
Stay by side til
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day, cash
You sang emotion like the magic you don't ever see
I could have sat there listening forever
You were all that and more than I could ask for when I
remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin' down kids for playin' hookie
You see Roy is the type of ne-gro
With a alter-ego that's illegal
in the ass
If she ever says we
Made a kid when I make it
I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck
And try to break it!
Cause I knew I wore a fucking
for seven days
And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light
Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton
Sealin all the doors
texts
Spy the kids habits ain't no Juni Cortez
See it’s only after buildin' when feelin's can be so complex
A structure made of purest emotion
Standing by the elevator
Feeling gloomy and down
Waiting for the flashing light
To lift me up from the ground
Then the elevator opened
And I
fucking live for?
They watch other
People chasing success
And they decide to destroy
What a poor kid is building
Okay it's me P Jay
I play too much
But I
surrounding me
So I'm sitting here praying for silence
They don't like my spit, never fit their image
They forgot that we were here since the beginning
Black
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
oceans for emotions, sick
Got me shaking his hand with an open fist
What's he notice in my
Grasp besides the calluses?
A soul that's trapped by
My mind's
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