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know
I got a brand new thing of that fools gold
Now they wanna walk like me
And talk like they me
But what's the difference though
Man who knows

the fire, twelve hundred degrees
Brodie in the kitchen cooking dope, stack it and flee
My heart and soul around the city side, I need my credit up
Ball out

narrow gate like a Bible
City transportation is unreliable
I'm goin through a transformation mental revival
I went halfway psycho
Til I found myself ay my

I felt darkness, in every breath that escaped me 
Couldn't keep the sun from setting on this tired city 
Lost and lonely, keeping time with this

She told me cum all over her titties
I dont know why niggas try claim my city
Up in the game i had to get shifty
Fuck being sad i had to get litty
Gold

niggas ever fold
We too solid like a fucking brick of gold
I got a bad chick
That got a bad bitch
And she got 3 cars in our garage
Shopping at Sax Fifth

the night
You & music what I've liked
But I need you down to ride
Spending money, go fuck up a deck
Cartier, I got a gold neck
703, rep DMV
Like GMC, I'm

the past Tense
Living lavish
Running through these track list
Thinking bout the times  I was praying for these assets
Thinking bout my life
All the cities

And the beat keep going 

Hone my skills in these verses before I move any further 
From studying albums to rhyming that you never heard of
Schemes that you

the nigga 
By the way it's just y'all at the spot 
Step pops left said the block was too hot 
Cops looking for em said his mans got popped 
Fingerprints

And them same city girls with that same old shit
Diamonds and the gold
And everything I knowed got stole
That was for them Hollywood roles
It was 1988 when I

the city, I got everybody flocking, nigga
Y'all dick be wack so I be topping all the topping niggas
Bitch I'll be the judge n when I do it I'll be choppin'

the tears
Elevating been my daily habit
Taking confidence out the cabinet
From the city that birthed the Rabbit
You don't gotta chase it attract it
You are

the death of my father shit
Trust me I’m putting in everything I’m tryna get out the city of squalor shit
Hustle the night and the day and the day

who are you to judge?
Why would you have a heart of gold
You might be shining from within
What's it worth? I don't know
I'd rather wear it on my skin

it at me
Like I'm the one in control
Why you mad at me
Like I'm the reason u sold
I'm still in the field
Im out here looking for gold
I'm still in

keep my bag up
Thinking he a city girl
He tried to act up
We treat this goofy like some baggage get him packed up
I'm the team captain man these other

the gold brick road

To the glitzy city

with the money colored glow

Where anyone with a brain, heart or place like home knows you gotta go

If you wanna be

it down to the Panama City (woop)
Suck on the titties, doing the double Ds but she really Miss Piggy
I don't complain I get jiggy, jugglin' hoes its so

on the road, turning up the hoes every city that I go
Ain't no regular nigga every time I bleed it be gold
In case they didn't know all my niggas be on go

bands (Ayy)
Got a couple friends 
Guess I do get alotta hand outs ayy
'Cause in my city
If you wanna blow
You gotta put a sex tape out (Ayy)
I need

an entrance like the reverend
Talkin’ s*** it’s unsettling 
Cuz in the cell he was peddling
I don’t want silver gold medaling
I want what I want I’m not

cRRIBc!! 
¡Vamos cmigos!
¡¡cRRIBc cRRIBc!! 
Yeah 
Dimelo dimelo 
Pop up in ya city I come for dinero 
cRRIBc cRRIBc my foot on the pedal
I got to handle my

running that check up
Got gold on my necklace I flex like a wrestler
Got designer on me this shit is expensive
You can't tell me shit if you ain't talking