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I don't mean to bitch stalking my shows
I don't mean to hopping out the rose
With the wrist watch on my right hand it's rose gold
Nahmsayin
Pull up

gold up in my mind
Pink skies every time I step outside
Watching birdies flying by, it's not a worry in my mind
It's a good vibe from the a.m.

that a humans is cursed
With hands in my pocket I'm taking it over
Tell em it's mine, I ain't fucking with no one
She can come by but never close
It's my

in peace to Rollie G and shout my nigga Beckles
I'm not bilingual I'm not bisexual
But I'm bipolar iced out all my gold medals
She been doing yoga I

Gold
I hope you get the picture like insta for instance
I only can control the man in the mirror
Had to learn how to lose
In order to become a winner
Go

followed by the zeros

Wasn't born with cash but it's busting out my jeans now
Everything gold don't glitter like it seems now
Credit to my past when they

And I go by E-Way, not G-Way Please do not mistake, this for rylo
And if you come this way, trippin' You better know that you gon' catch a hollow

tamed, a'ight?
Even throughout whatever life throw
Man I can't let my life go, especially tripping about these trife hoes
I don't even know what for,

it
Back up

Before king

I was on
The front line
With the rest
Of the vanguards

But now it's
About the bag

So if I drop it

You might
Get tagged
By

the bitches attracted to seven figures, I'm not fuckin' with gold diggers
Lil' ho, you can't stay tonight
Guess what, ho, you messed up, ten hut, face front

and thicket
Found my way to our front door

I was peekin' through the shades to find your face
And there's another man layin' where I used to lay
Only two shots

All my flirting's in a rush to the gold in your soul but it's all too much
Overloading the showboating in the open so you're hoping that I kick the dust

a bitch
So I'm never on the low low
Always with my gang
Man I'm never riding solo
Outfit on check
This ain't assassin this is polo
I can pick and choose

to killing
What is the future
Truth is, nobody cares until somebody shoots ya
Medusa couldn't turn me into stone
Like Mansa musa, I'm giving gold in these

In the tower of madness
At his desk of gold
The president of darkness
Watches mayhem unfold
Deep below lies the city
Shaken by protest and rage
In

Never Know Why

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

her fort
For short stays, ya know? but more aid was needed
Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking
More than I can say about that man with his

Fronts loose on the Tooth
Better By my solo
No need for a group
On my own I'll troop
Mr cool get a scoop
Eyes on droop
High sittin on a Stoop
In

Couldn't stand to be the middle man
Withstand
So much to unpack just like a mini van
How you going to settle for spam music your being fed
Tell

through
Nestled by the free green pea soup special
One for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut
Sipping mush out of of cups
And still

VA in the House

Skillz

From Where???

1995

they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by

Whodi

504 Boyz

Goodfellas [Clean]

from across the Canal...

[Mystikal]
...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself
and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health
Bitch I'm the man, keep up

front of the dime uh
running away with a dime,
plummeting low with my high
cus money on devil deny
splitting it down to a pye 
oo take a pic, posted it up

Give it to me with the clothes off
You could even take the gold off
We don't need no trinkets, honest as Abe Lincoln
Why do it feel like I take

Gotta Find a Way

213

The Hard Way [Clean]

2004

up unless must I will

I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right
Hmm 'cause if the lights were the sound of the siren