Lyrics:
Honey, when I brought you here you said that you would sing
You said that you would wing your way to fortune and fame
Now I've given everything
Won't get you no pussy
I mean, the fake chains and the gold names
For insecure, gon' reassure you not to get pussy
You overcompensate too much for
on that warm summer night
The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside
I stood beside her when September came
Watched her get married and caught
Omie, and away we will go.
We'll go and get married and no one will know."
She climbed up behind him and away they did go,
But off to the river where
gold
With faces that you've always known
But, you'll never see them
Until you pack your dreams and leave them
The one I loved has moved away
It's
I need another story
Somethin' to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need somethin' that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained
Until the heart explodes
It'll make this place ignite
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just
A case of flash
Right flat on my face
Now I'm standing erect, and I feel like coming back
And the sun is shining gold
Put a smile on my face, get back in the human
When I get that 20 bag, I swear to God that I'll be leavin' (Nyoom)
I might buy vanilla waf', I might buy some real estate
I might buy canary, taxi
with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh,
'm real, I'm real
('Cause before you know it, everything's gone)
Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you
Just make sure you call us back when you get
me, little Omie, and away we will go.
We'll go and get married and no one will know."
She jumped up behind him and away they did go,
But down
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines like gold plates
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Carried by mice,
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
worry 'bout me and who I fire
I get what I desire, it's my empire
And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire
I sprinkle holy water upon a vampire
In
on the rat trap
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I
guerilla
I dream to riot, oh, you should try it
I'll eat parole, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Hoody hoo is the one
Where we all play this game
Gold chain pinky ring
Say the hell for some fame
Hustle in to tha in
Ain't afraid of the pen
guerilla
I dream to riot, oh, you should try it
I'll eat parole, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
For a man who can follow his heart (I try, I try)
Not get bound by his boys and his chains (I try, I try, I try for you)
For a man who can follow his
I found me a little place to breathe
To let my tongue run free
Out past the meadow to the city of gold
But my words get caught on the river and away
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
I walk and talk
Strollin with a slight limp
Flyer than any big city pimp
Gold, girls, cold cash
On the mic Shaquel Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord,
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