Lyrics:
I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I
y'all
Nigga see me icey but the Taurus tucked by polo draws
Nigga's looking at my bitch
Cause she lookin photo shopped
It's da twelfth
And it's twelve
Don't be scared give me pussy not head
Yeah I got my hoes
I get more paper
Brand new clothes
Get more haters
Mine is gold make them taters
Pussy dry made
mates
Just go down the office and get a crate
Tenants
Special Brew
Kestrel Gold
Gold Label
Buckfast
Barley wine
Mad Dog
Turpentine
Street Beer
On the lash
lie
Watin make pastor pikin turn to gold digger
As I dey hustle I dey hustle I dey grind
To ba tewo make transaction no decline
The street is
my gold underwater that’s national treasure
I ain’t seen shit won’t say a word
Pull up white range call it Larry bird
Real street nigga so you know we
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
like the goat (yeah)
I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (that's right)
I got chips with a lot of drip, comin' by the load (yeah)
clothes are bought and people meet
Each city has a place that's quite the same
Even though it might go by a different name
Delancey Street
Delancey
just sail on
How can I be lost
When I've got nowhere to go?
Shovel streets of gold
How come it's got so cold?
And how can I be lost
When my ship was
be hating when I be floating by
Hello hello hello hello good bye
I know you be hating when I be floating by
Walking down the street in my dope
know there's glitter and gold
(If I just get up and go)
I wave my hands in the air
Like I just don't care (but I do)
Days go by and I wonder why
I let it
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
But maybe at the end of the 'bow, there's gon be a pot of gold I can claim
Soul told me do better, so that's what I better do
Even when it comes
get it by a lot
Everybody can tell that I'm shining
Everything I touch turns gold, boy, I feel like a goat
Feel like I'm chosen
I made it, I made it
by without a chance to dawn upon
The years of painted gold
We're racing through the streets with flashing lights
Dancing on the edge of our demise
My
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
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