Lyrics:
Still waiting for Ye
He a sexy beast like my boy Lil Stevie
He the freestyle lord
Chop you with a sword
That's why you better play by his accord
Chilling
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
up
Brothers look at me to make all the heavy choices
I'm in Morgantown surrounded by my vices
Drugs, alcohol, women who just want one night
So I take
leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback
Yo, you fourteen carat gold
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
a life
Who gives a fuck about a dress when there's death in Palestine?
No pretty gold or blue, it's just black and it's white
And it proves dependent
the album, typical
Bitch my wrist is gold
I'm Ibaka on the pick-and-roll
I make sure the bricks step in
I push the envelope
cash out
Aint fuckin with the crew, man i’m upset
Shawty in my dm’s, say i’m up next
Bella sleepin by my side, and she always down to ride
I been Makin
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. And think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas
talumpati
Sumali sa drive-by show ni Andrew E
May lumapit sa'kin na myembro ng DTG
Sabi niya kilala mo ba ko sabi ko hindi
Kasi magkasing nipis ang braso nya
talumpati
Sumali sa drive-by show ni Andrew E
May lumapit sa'kin na myembro ng DTG
Sabi niya kilala mo ba ko sabi ko hindi
Kasi magkasing nipis ang braso nya
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
witness
Planet grows warmer
Tonnes of evidence
But the end of the world don't phase a princess
She's got it all
Living boujee
Gold Rolex watch
Handbag Gucci
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down (what?), walkin' around with gold by the pound (yeah)
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown (ah)
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold
Had to cop me a damn estate
Niggas can't see through me, through my eyes, lil' bitch
On the top, feel like Andrew Tate
Had to tell her, hold up, wait
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