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glitters ain't always gold 
So that's why I move cautious this industry full of foes 
I can't count the times that I had to chase niggas for my dough (but

her kitty drippy, drippy yeah that pussy gold 

I cannot wait on a wish, I’m really tryna get rich
Hungry, need all my chips, so fetch me a plate

a perfect currency adder I know It's not candy So, I'm gone tie It In a knot So many In front of me no disrespect excellent testament Written by all the men

talk behind yo back if you take my lighter
N*ggas hanging on by a thread, they some kite riders 
Rd said the future is bright, I bought a highlighter
I

game in the nick of time that's my time
I'm too me for a nickname 
So I'll die by
Nicholas Yatez bitch now you know 

Breakdown: 

Most ridiculed us

Each package, packed like Frito lays
All this pot I sold, turnt a pot of gold, got no time for no rainbow
As I play da block, watch for da cops Head

chilling with the fam right now
On fifth with a fifth in the hood 12 barely come by
He in his bag now the streets know it
D. Cashe got the beats going
I

ain’t stupid 
My heart made of gold like my jewelry 
And I been through it all you can’t fool me 
And she only get a chance or she going lose me 
I can’t

black
Skin for the win
Chinny chinny chin chin
Seiko watch gold on wrist
Hoes wanna sip champagne shower
Code of assis sis sis sis sis sis sis sis like...

None of these nikkas want smoke 
No I carry 50s and Choppas we is Puranas
You still post Up by the store 
All Of my Niggas is poppin you Niggas dropping

eighty on gold
No tick on my timepiece 
The shit I wear I buy my kids
Still n***as wanna gossip bout me

When I really know about a half a mil’ Large 
Put

on the weekends cause we survived
- I holla at my niggas, -  we always gotten by
- Doin dirt on the low put the scams on high
- The Gold room and Opera took

ah
Keep up with the seasons
I got jittas that's whipping mercedez
From pushing the cv's
So we rap like
That brand life
Don't be fooled by the rap life

never in hell 
Going through hell...but I got u by my side
Or at least I think dat I do. 
If I promise I'll ride...
Kan u jus tell me the truth?
When I

Check me out (Check, Check)

[Verse One]
I step out in Nikes and Timbers
More cheddar I'm pissing off haters
Gold digger overloaded with silvers
True

holding me down 
Make up and lipo 
cll I see is some curvy clowns 
I'm curving without a sound 
Still serving it by the pound 
Say a word then say less 
I

wondering
If 105 will play my this jam 
On the morning mix 
I coming by sneak me some
Brown sugar 
Some summer breeze 
Sound speakers 
Linked to the cab 
Got

Verse 3:
Streets are painted gold. Blue skies and its raining crystal diamonds bread is everywhere, no hunger or thirst because it is all quenched. No

inspired 
see i am finessing my way out the real world by dreaming
how you a slave to a paycheck but still a freeman
i am plotting to get rich but the odds

lit 
We shine brighter
Good grip
Fit tighter
As a reminder 
Designer
Skin flawless 
Fine china
Big balling 
Big timer
Struck gold 
49er
Caught fie
Like

a different worldview
'Cus that made me wanna hurl puke
"FaceTime" was an L, we all heard you
Cappin' bout bands 'n' shit
I can't stand the shit, gold chains

with them bullets hollow
All you do is follow them, you just an empty shell
I'm over here striking gold, like it's El Dorado
You couldn't pick my brain

look up sky
Bring back memories that make me cry
You promised to treat me right yeah
You promised to be by my side
But you took my heart on a ride

Do you even see me now
Finally off the ground
Do you even hear me now
High in the clouds by now
Do you even feel me now
Up here no snakes allowed
Do