Lyrics:
(Andrew M. Gold/Gary Burr)
Let's just say it's raining
And you come in where it's dry
And we strike a conversation
While the storm is rolling
and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got
they're gonna get sprayed
Their intimidator, your Scarface
What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place
I don't wear gold but I clock
Turned off the TV, sat down to dinner
Phone rang, we were saying grace
Grandma died left us sixty acres
The last of the old home place
Sixty acres
Turned off the tv
Sat down to dinner
Phone rang, we were saying grace
Grandma died
Left us sixty acres
The last of the old home place
Sixty
about how we broke free
Cuz to us gold means true
And you know
(Gold Gold Gold)
This love is gold.
Special thanks:
Andrew Davies
Tanner Olivas
Phi Mu
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
It was the Senior High School yearbook
The class of sixty-three
I'll never forget the day you gave
Your book and pen to me
It was all talked
the sixties
there won't be a day since I ain't by your side
no more Guinevere bride
yeah wont it be nice, darling, just you and me
meet me in the sixites
it
names off the year book to signing checks while I'm laughing
Now times ya times Andrew Jackson by 5 and that's my passion
One hunned rapping no cappin
like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't
Back in 2010 I was enchanted indeed
A chance meeting outstripped the lot of them
PSR 730
Not quite gold or carved of wood but
By the grace of God
Paid In Blood《向死而生》
唱 : Stuart Rau / 泰亞史詩
詞 : Stuart Rau
曲 : Stuart Rau
編 : Stuart Rau
監 : 趙世豪 / Andrew Brassell
音樂監制 : 聶薇 / 聶正偉
總策劃 : 鄭誠
混音師 :
The blood
The sweat
The work
From me
The land
The oil
The fruit
The trees
The gold
The water
My culture
My speech
Cost me a lot
But now the truth is
think that he might be a keeper (true)
I think that he knows what I'm thinkin (woah)
I think that you might know his name (yeah)
He goes by Benjamin
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
flip sixty twos
This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin' right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
the night
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust
That our heads won't bust
Sixty six fifty five red battleships
sixty-twos
This isn't my style,
I spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
with me
Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos
This isn't my style
I spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town
Gold bars shutting it down
Bottles
ice on my heart and put tats on my scars (no)
Might won a battle but lost the war (lost the war)
1017, we bought the bar
I got sixty shots in this
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my
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