Lyrics:
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
Old Unsinkable sunk and who'd'a thunk it
Like it wasn't written all on the walls and hailed by trumpets
Like it wasn't telegraphed by nickname
their heart is in it
The conductor boards with warmth in his eyes and a sly smile
He looks at you and says
To obscurity and beyond
Claim these rails
each other we gotta take it all
Can we be content
Nah we wanna thieve ish
Sly devils just to beat a ish
Take over crowd by the beat and ish
The meek is
[Master P]
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga, this is New York,
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Once upon a time, lived a cow
Gold as her heart, blind-folded eyes
In the face of her children
Mothered
Hello? hello?
Calling a Karl Projektorinski
To the front of the cathedral
You have won, dear sir
May I congratulate you first?
Oh, what an honor
the Dominican Republic
I went from chopper, boat to boat
Back to chopper like fuck it
C.E.O's gold dig for my nugget
But my minds protected by hammers you
me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by
See-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in
Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims
Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it
Hustle round
See-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in
Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims
Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it
Hustle round
„Oh dear sir I have a soldier
and I’ve pledged to him my hand.
I don’t want your gold nor silver,
I don’t want your house nor land.”
Mary’s
for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir
Now is Kanye the most
sleek
Gold bottles Gold bottles Arman d brignac
OG kush im on cloud 9
No fist fight nigga I sly
I don’t do no Twitter beef I pull up in real life
can.
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, show your legs to the countryman.
I have come to court your daughter. Mary of the golden hair,
I have gold and I
and the temperatures boil
And the royals get rich of some one
From silver to gold, the gold was sold behold your holding paper
Piece of a pie chart, start with a lie
want?
Cos there's oil in the soil, and the temperatures boil
And the royals get rich of some one, one
From silver to gold, the gold was sold behold your
When I stumbled into San Bernardino, the heat was rising high
Vasco was plotting revolutions, a twinkle in his eye
Met a Yankee trader, Yodlaf by
count it on my dash
Gold teeth
But i am no dumby
This bitch tried to finesse
An ended up gettin nothing
She said oh that sly
Oh yeah that is sly
Always
game nigga
I'm talking about that real shit
That shit that make you go to jail baby
That new shit nigga
Man hold on Zane
Drop this shit
Gold
I just want
going out of town
You're faking sounds
And you're
Standing right here, breathing faster
Looking down your eyes say you're mine sir
And I'll be here, just
to forget or remember
Do or deny
Creeping up so sly
I just want better
Better for us all
When your time
Is all up
All your shit
Will be gone
No more lying
You
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