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pali khohlwa
Besibahlanyisa ema zone 6 sphethe u city no cap
Lapha ema Gold Reef, bese fika senza amasimba
Mara siba low-key, law' hambha khona ushiye

her eva kaneava
I’m covered in gold in the desert I’m drippin
Plugged in with the Saudi Arabians getting it
Diamonds they shining on me like some stars

that
Mobbing thru the city
Like the new jack
Swear that I’m the black DiCaprio
You capping if you don’t fold
Sierra Leone gold
Bitch I’m shining
Ps we

better than crumbs
Trade all that pride for gold
You can end up in the trash, so i was told
Dem petty chat i ignore
Yeah,
Anytime it's time for

a trophy 
To be inducted, given a gold coat
So many niggas turn flunky
Switched up, given up, lost hope
Some all in one 
Something wrong with them 
But not

i’m touring
Touch down in ur city wit the work u know a nigga scoring
Aint neva trickin on no bitch I let her think im broke
She aint neva seen a stack

heart, you know you can touch my mama

Don't try to thug me, I can't be out player'd, never
So tired of gold digging hoes, these days I keep a shovel

Yea CG
Man that bitch is a liar
I be in the city smoking gas burning tires
Still ain't hit me back getting down to the wire
Yea she got that wet wet

the committee that
Be in different cities that
Had to get out pretty fast
MFs with a hitting bat
Telling you to give me that
Telling you to give me what
Pussy ass

remember it was all about the gold and chedder
Wurdsmith I foretold the weather
I'm all alone I never wish that I was so much special
God remain my home

you make it
In they city
Just to never
Leave the limits
I'm just speaking
From my soul
And
Naija boy
Forever
I'm a product
Of my homeland
Lagos
Owing

from Stockton
Now I've got it locked in
Keys to the city
With a bitty gettin litty
Talk that shit it's bang bang chitty
Like I'm Diddy
Fuck committees

two straps
Don't play me lil bitch get kidnapped
Don't need a feature of collab
Hottest new artist that's no cap
Puttin' my city on the map
Smoking

Yeah ich fahr durch die City und komm mit Luxuskarossen
Ich bin back, und komm jetz wieder um die Neider zu boxen
Dein Girl sieht mich und sofort

has risen, you ain't dope, you define a clown
Y'all's all producers and your lyrics make you sound like cows
Fuck the gold grills, expensive cars, y'all

Gold
When I blow they gonna wanna know
But I'll see them in the stands at every show
(Check it)
I keep it Litty
Wanna blow in every City
Baby wanna kick

hittas
Pull my britches 
Call my bih
Tell her suck more wit it 
Yea 
Big hoe city 
Me and my dawgs
The court of the south 
Dirt in yo mouth 
Throw that

the future
Find another living 'cause this life won't suit ya
Saw you in the city trying to make it to the first place
On an obstacle of a never-ending

Tryna get them c notes
Sliding through the city dodger hat, in some Laker clothes
Jewelry on me all gold
Every diamond all froze
Diamond sticking out my

think they were doing it for
Because they were trying to save us from poverty

No, they did it because they needed us
They needed us to build their cities

niggas that's the crazy thing
L.A.X. catching red eyes
you hovering over everything
H.O.E. who U know
Bunch of Hermès bags
And the Van Cleef gold
Coochie

say.
I screw these groupies on Yay,
Sprinkle lines on their titties then I do he salt-bae
I turn your city to a fuming Pompei
My verse is gritty I could

wanna see the plan unfold
I wanna see how they like me now
Got diamonds and rose gold
I'm rapping to set up my kids
I'm rapping to conquer to my fears

Hot as heaven, cold as hell, Ugliano 3-4 sons Call me Chuck, don't give a fuck, my story's
gold, not made of bronze I see the light, I'm fightin'