Lyrics:
treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck (keep a gold chain)
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Grab life by the horns when I
the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here,
the greatest alive
I stay grateful for life
Why don't you help yourself?
Why you takin your time?
You keep takin your time
You should make up your mind
Self
the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here,
to fire the
Boomstick in your face
And tell the tribe that it was "magic"
You tried to take my soul but
Now it's "fire in the hole!"
And I'm fired up
you fuckin up the crib son
You make life look like I don't want to live one
You might as well hold your breath until you die
In a corner somewhere,
Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.
Drugs, That's a life of glamour
Comes crashing on your hopes like
had it by design
How can I even be in my right mind
I feel like Hov, I seen so many lifetimes
Fresh to death, I'm a deadman walking, I'm the Undertaker
(Got my girl on the FaceTime)
Abstract Liquid Records
Please do that dance on the camera (aye)
I'mma smoke weed, watch Atlanta (aye)
Mix it up, crush
you wake up I'll be gone
(Own your gold and bow we are all king
The power start sing your heart still lovin')
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
spend racks on ice for my wrist
I just got a new car
I just got a new drug
I just killed a new guy
Yeah, I got my glock
pull up on your block
I am crazy
the little brother of the last don
???? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift
Plus I got a pair of cement shoes that i make fit your fake bitch
get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the fight to write, and write on
Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken
Make a record Mr. Gangster
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them when they was babies
I used to test them
Make em throw up
so high, fly on a higher octave
Toxic, eyes wide staring at the apocalypse
Sippin' from pearl goblets with gold droplets
The cover that I write in
coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me and errybody gon' shoot (yeah)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (haha)
Eat your lil' ass up like
in my Soul
Gold all in my Heart
Gold all in my mind
Gold all in my squad
We got
All gold... Everything
We got
All gold... Everything
I'm bout to make
left you in my teeth
Fill your gills with goo, going deeper than Pacific Ocean
This specific motion makes this hammerhead puke
Got to wear a wetsuit,
walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you noticed that butt was stuffed
Deep
make a decision please
Make up your mind
Stand on the left or the right, you decide
Livin' the wrong or the right, you decide
Stand in the dark
a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some complex
And I don't mean apartment
So spread your feet apart
And let me see you do some
deaths
More gats in the forecast
Gotta even up the score fast
So a fourteen year old
Show up to your doorstep
With the big mac in his hand
Like he Door
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