Lyrics:
skip, a you could find me
"I am the one, blazin'
Stayin' high, Soopafly is so amazin'
I'm your baby
The penny a what the gold weighs in
Pimpin' from
chemicals at the bottom
I'm givin gold with enzymes, connections i got em
One thing, two things, like ? blow casey
Recto and smekto, go get my boy luce
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
Looking for the Acapulco pot of gold
He blazed I raised little bastard got me floated
Hit the road and had to hitch w/the son of a bitch who turned into
gold shoes
Pulled up in the park in the pearl green drop top
Made a right, turn, hit the switches made that ass drop
Front back, side to side
Three wheel
yeah, yeah, yeah
Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski
Cruisin' in the Lamb' truck, I'm smokin' on Runtz
Three-hundred dollar, man, just for the fun
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
the pearly ones
Not runnin from feds
Hittin gates
We heaven bound
Gold streets
Dubs clean
No bullet proofs Lacs
Devil's bustin at me
Dirty south scene
I seen
in the eyes and said you was with it
Bust down a P by the ounce in 2 days
Yung Trap Mogul shit, I get it 3 ways
I'm shakin my head at this shit,
Get when Im older
Royal gold across my chest and keep a chip on my shoulder
I’m over powered by the thoughts of the type of leader I’m meant to be
9-5
12-8
1-6
Make my days shift
8-3
2-10
Over and over dealin with the same shit
Never slip gotta get cash
Post pardom on the over the pass
Never
designer for the scene I rock that shit at home
Grow op busting out the seams, closet lined with clones
Ph balanced 6.3 I'm flying out to Rome
I'll be back
Time passing in the slab
We back up in my time machine yeah
A whole lot of 3rd Street shit ya feel me
Chop Shop Boyz yeah
One time for Doogie Dog
My
the forest for the fire now
Midas lies writhing eyes burning gold violence
Tridents fry continents to pure frost
And 3rd eye-sis dies and rots
Inside every
We're the brand new Dillinger Five
You thought you'd seen us all a thousand times
Hide your cash, hide your gold, we're coming for you
Keep your eyes
where you lay no lacking
Charge extra just for the delivery
Main attraction up on Main Street
Selling nectar to a bee
No Jay Z
Oh
Chasing the gold like
You talkin' Street? You talkin' SYNC?
Got it in ink? Fuck do you think?
Buried to neck if you buried a bet
Bye 3 times, you a marionette
Carson,
years to life in Bedford Hills
Cause Sheila Ryan shot Bob Bissett dead.
Three men jumped Sheila Ryan on the street.
All were armed one raped her in a van.
We can go over the rainbow, find the
Pot of gold at the end, it's gonna take a little
Trust to lead us round the bend
But there's diamonds at the end
it in my hometown
Im destined for a gold crown where most people thought i was go drown
Now im backed by the streets this cocaine no cosign
My pen is
the world around me B
Is movin' in slow motion when
Every time she walks by
She's the apple of my eye
Bonita Applebum you got your boy's eyes on the prize
come go with me do it my way
doin a hundred racin 3D on the highway
Got damn it's a nice ass day
me and my boys get in our toys and come out to play
What
transform'||The people were delighted|Coming forth to claim their prize|They ran to build their cities|And converse among the wise|But one day the streets fell
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