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with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

rich and old
You want the gold
Tell them, “I’m sold”
Now you just sold
Your life away now they will slowly rot you till they take control
They’ll never

Fuck the charts, I'm already gold
From my spirit to my platinum soul
Wrote three albums in the hole
Wrote four checks yesterday 
Got a hundred bitches I

that's full of burn holes
Tryna flip it to an album that'll turn gold
And then eventually plat
Remember back in school they were never mentioning that

though, no one gets the glory just by sleeping in
You wanna win but aren't akin to failure 
There lies your problem, can't just skip past ten thousand hours

you wan keep gold teeth and your name is Kazeem
Try to give you bad name if you celebrate Qareem

Being H used to mean smoke
Now B H together means

for a album cover
Hat cocked & my bop made me a double threat
But my belt buckle & name plate made me stupid fresh
The cazals was glassless
And The gold

finally run out of patience
Still
I used to dream about grams
Not weighing up bags but gold plaques
The gramophone head soon turned to an idol
Sticking up

I want freedom in my contract
Every fucking album is my life inside a soundtrack
So when it goes down, you already know that I'm bounce back
Put it

than your barber coming out tomorrow 
With a whole new whip n yeah I got it by the throttle 
Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrr
Gone hit the the streets strong like

album they await
When it drop, I dictate
When it's time to create
They like "who's your favorite rapper"
I'm at the top of the debate
By the time I'm 18

and DEADBWEE in the booth
And I got a rose gold grill, I just put my new tooth in
White polo and Dior, I ain't your average student
When the bands talk baby,

through
I can go back in time by digging through theses shelves

Another album slightly in the red
Still I know they'll carry on

It's surely tempting to go

chokeholds, and taser jolts
We get jacked for Bibles, dope, hope and rose gold
Clean, good, hot, dirty, paroled
Descendants of Atlantic slave trade illegally

I'm on Pluto getting domed by indigo hoes
These smurfs love my hose they really petite
Makes my dick look like 2 feet
Turning green they envy
How I

Plenty fakes keep the gold in grill
Hopes low so they tote the steel
Pop pop till they cold as a frozen meal
Let me toke a hit
Let me toke a hit
I’m

snuffin
They send some shots but I be duckin
You binded by the white lines, that's why you puppets
Trapped like some luggage
Free minded all the times that

another 8-ball 
Brother don't play me, shooting with gold plated 
Doing 'em no favors cuz I'm here to get mine 
Ready to redline, it's only the test drive

afford one 
I'll buy a condo with some extensions

Who would've thought that we'd have our show
That we would drop three albums in a row
Have our own merch

and my boys we attack, uh
Drop an album, bass boomin every track uh,
I’m on my money like Goldman Sachs, uh
If I spend it all I go and get it back, uh

represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't

Even Murphy had flaws

My rhymes pull triggers
My rounds explode 

Chasing the music 
Like my album went gold 
Chose to chase my dreams 
Watch it

Unfold

you man?
What's up with you man?
Man I'm doin' good

Dropped a freestyle and an album boy I'm back a fat nigga runnin' laps around
Other rappers might

designers, my coat on beige
Twenty-nineteen 'Vette drop off the roof
Wrist and my neck that’s two foreign coupes
Not a cavity, got gold on my tooth
Ride in