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chains, rings, gold watches
Man i do it all and i got specialties
Slid into the AMG, was going was different speeds
She want the strokes slow like she got

my hands in my pocket
Black man he was born unlucky
Seems like we don't get justice
But thank God my Lord is coming, Jesus
I got a thing for feeling

some money man
Dollars I dont want no change
They tell me to stay in my lane
But I'm trynna take over the game
I say the money to blame
Cause the devil

image has been stained
Lacking good education Dont deserve gold nugget
They lock you in a cage makin corporate puppet
You are like a magic lamp they just

to know just how you feel
You want me there when'er you turnin 50 shades of teal
You want a man but I got plans
to make some gold out of a couple hunned

family coming what happened to Monday 
They wanted to see my abundance
Legendary under credit I needed no money residual funding by beacons incoming
It

Intel on your girl
Yeah she is with me
Let me show you how I do magic
When I hit thr shelves
All my Opps disappear
I'm like a Rose gold Patek
They aint

driven by ego
And I was in the same seat too
Took a look at the seat of the soul
Then realized I am gold
Emotions were froze as I rolled on my own
Finally

amazing how I rap by the book
When I'm working my magic that shit detach from the hook
With all the passion I took I made Realeyes by the summer
Now about

Yo, yo, my man Troy
He used to jump over his own foot
Jump into a spin and give a
Grin that left them hoes shook at that time
My jeans were baggy

a good man
I'm saying thanks for the plays that make up the new day
Too many gone
Tell em' take me too late
Bad blond chick
Swear I know her by her gold

everybody 

I'm trying to fuck her 
So let me smash you
I got that magic stick 
Make your wishes come true 

You say you need a man
Man let's revise the plan

your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got

your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got

tell
What's real, and the pain I feel won't heal
Two lines later
I cannot talk so I put it on paper
Black boy down, he was found by the neighbors 
911

Black Hoodie, Black Pants, Black Slides, That's Road Gear (Yeah)
Yes This Westside I Own Here (Westside)
Ice Buffies That's Gold Here (Ice, Ice)
Mink

chrome
A 24-karat gold and embedded with stones

Watching Sankofa on my man’s sofa
In some tan loafers

Studying heritage and tryna overstand the culture

First off
Know the soul gold nigga
Melanin in my skin worth more nigga
They make you think that you sin to move slow nigga
Beauty in the hands

Got my niggas on a quarter back
Guns with me, no quarter pack
Where's my rights, am Caesar man
Ruins not the spoil no sugar man
Got golds on feeling

(Yeah) Yeah yeah yeah 
Aaa!
Ah yeah (Okay)
Losing my voice now (Maybe this is going to be shit)
Aha!

You know I've lost count by now
Numbers don't

without christ
The man's mind is subject to fall
Living through obstacles changing my mind to do
More than what I was just led to believe
soon as we

Tiv to the Universe organizing every concert
Doing great doing magic we all got Cardi By and Offset
Straight out from middle belt
We got models we

about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob

I am just a regular man, I aint no superhero
This was part of the plan
Ask any nigga I know
We was packing the van
Blowing that smoke yeah all by