Lyrics:
fall
So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
that, only hope so I teach that
Co-signed by that boy Lecrae
So I guess you say that I Reached that
I'ma try to live what I talk about
Until they pit my
Influenced by few
But I've been inspired many
Dropasaurus Rex prime minister with the semi
Set the standards for grimy intellectual niggas
Sothern
the mirror
Just to hold myself accountable
Counting for the bars
I put on paper boy I ought to feel
Verified to classify I as
Both ends of the gold standard
If
even trust the boy scouts
I got these good girls hoin' out
Tell me what the fuck you know about
Bein' that nigga that these niggas don't know a bout
and half of what you see
Cause right before your eyes it's a certified g
getting paid on boys like according to plan
coming straight up out of Texas I'm a,
to be it but it's needed so what have you?
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw
So don't
Well into a musical thing call that's how we roll
Some boy wan roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold
This is how
your position
I been way too consistent
My drive & my ambition
We drop everyone listen
Look
I get designs shipped to the boy I'm too rich for the mall
Cigarette fingers ember stain
Incriminating notes on a paper chain
Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated'
I wanna bust out I've
to be it but it's needed so what have you?
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw
So don't
with you and agree for you to take me home
But boy was you wrong
It's clear to me you think that we are all the same
That I'll be impressed by your
and we roll
We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off
Show them nigga we grind and this gold
We'll be shinin' til the lights go out
Do this one for
[Chorus]
I'm a ri-i-der, I'm a rider
I'm too tough for y'all, and I will never fall
You can talk that talk, but I'ma walk that walk
And I'm
and we roll
We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off
Show them nigga we grind and this gold
We'll be shinin' til the lights go out
Do this one for
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
the city by my lonesome
Open invitation for anybody want some
The hood say they really feelin' you, mayne
A million records sold, I don't do gold
Fo
She was gentle, kind and intelligent
Something daddy'd never known before
And they danced
Later on came the romance
'Cause daddy shipped out
Before
to turn
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in
and a gold fork
Shit lookin' like the '9'ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb
I was a new kid on the circuit
Gold buckles in my eyes
But the horse I drew was plenty rank
Much to my surprise
I did a double back flip
the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin', and y'all niggas
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
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