Lyrics:
way
Up out to rubble, half heart half humble
So all expenses paid as I'm
Headin up this platinum road
I'm out to get it, you can keep your gold
I got
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
the whole bottle i'm too rugged
Steppin through drippin with ice nuggets
You can't hang
My per diem's your fuckin album budget
You know my steez, four golds
Ihr seid alle gedoped, wir haben alle Kanonen
4-3, Drive-by vom Mountainbike
Meine Waffen sind echt, deine Counter Strike
Ali-Baba vierzig Räuber
into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no
So tell me what you want to hear
Somethin' that'll light those ears
I'm
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
estate, make it you and the builder
Fuck you and a jeweler make it you and a realtor
My heart is solid gold I ain't ever doing it silver
Pornstar when I do
leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback
Yo, you fourteen carat gold
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
Till you sell it for a fortune of gold
The fortunes foretold, we all die
So live life to the fullest
Live by the gun, die by the bullet
By the knife
Albums are going to be platinum
Grammys solid gold
Real ones in the jungle relate
Lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my
Hakuna Matata
Ohana
Osama been drinking
Running this year
Go on and take a seat
I said my album was a tenner
But it's not even out tho
Stuck inside this house making beats
I might need to get out
played for it
I've been pained by it enough
Now I'm waiting for
I'm praying for the ups
All good things come in time
Good things come in time
All good
gang, let them other niggas hang
Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
Keisha Plum
Giving you the greatest story never told
Pastry poochie, wild
with intent
The greatest mind I take what's mine and then I rob for respect
I heard your album it was comedy shit
Heard it again on some commodity shit
he plannin'?" (What?)
Just make sure that you got a back up plan
'Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go)
Started a label, the album is comin'
a hostage, set me free, or let me be
I gotta go, I'm on the road but I don't know where I'ma go
The pot of gold, Geronimo, Im fallin low, its dominoes
Say
Hit my damn ceiling and wow, I elevate
Yeah, then I shoot for the stars
Pass by the moon and Mars
Not looking where I'm going and turn around only
like that"
I reinstate addiction, when my album drops it's a relapse
I made this in my room on a Sunday and I have told you that
Before so I guess that
conscience rapper and I'm leaving him without one
Nose ring, arms tatted, man, I cover the whole thing
I'm wearing nothing but Nahua necklaces, the gold bling
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