Lyrics:
them when they tell me
There ain't no cure
The rich stay healthy
While the sick stay poor
I, I believe in love
Don't believe in Goldman
His type
In the label I'm Russ
In the trap I'm Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can't dial for the packs
I sent you right
me
There ain't no cure
The rich stay healthy
The sick stay poor
I...I believe in love
Don't believe in Goldman
His type like a curse
Instant karma's
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
that's smokin' up in Goldman Sachs
But I'm the only one that's rollin' like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
'Cause I never put on for
home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I O.J. the flows and I'm insult to injury
Rolaids to Goldman, I'm throat spray
and moved to Goldman Sachs
My nigga Yeezy done taught me that
Young niggas in the Soho house
Spillin' booze where the Barbie at
Damn homie, this a movie nigga
when I stock
It up and then grow
Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs
My nigga Yeezy done taught me that
Young niggas in the Soho House spilling
Booze
president
Just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all runo
The world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust
And your
organizing a billion black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
1990's Polo
Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back let's go!
Look who
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
Cold wrist frozen
Got sacks, Goldman
Bought the bar, Roseanne
No joke, they ain't playin'
Ooh,
but he ain't bustin' no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open
Vicious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I
wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar,
to hell
So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell
So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell
So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They
Austin on the mike
(Six million ways) I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
'Cause I got loose circuits (so loose)
I seen the mother goose
react/ most of these rappers are out of business like goldman sachs/reinstate the format/ make your committee call back/ next episode/ ya'll see me on star
Politicians bought and sold
And they're doing just what they're told
Pretending that they got our backs
But they belong to Exxon and Goldman Sachs
Water, water pitcher, won't you get a catch?
Preaching God, man, that boy lookin' like Goldman Sachs, wait
Just run it up, I got an open tab, ayy
will
Lehman Brothers, Goldman Sachs
'til they sorting out my deal
Southwest, where they sort it out with steel
Carnegie, Rockefeller, head out in Ben
to talk to Lamar.
Albert Goldman, kiss by butt.
E-P, Phone Home.
I said,...
E-P, Phone Home.
Give me a call, Elvis.
Now, I won't tell The Colonel
this muthafucka like Ron Goldman, chopped the fuck up
Ain't no nigga livin' alive that survived
And had me caught up in some bullshit
Now who you
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