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Only Death Is Real

Stray from the Path

Only Death is Real

2017

land, by politicians

Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold
You wont be born again
Death is after your soul

Line 'em up, across the board
Eight by

Oya dressed in gold
She got the game
By the throat
And she left it cold
Oya dressed in gold
I got the keys to her heart
But she has my soul
Walk away

She gotta act right, hit it last night, play ya bitch like a bagpipe
I slide n it’s mad tight, pussy backbite, pray to me like a rabbi
And shawty

My OG told me that it's lonely at the top
But legends never die, I'm Kobe with the shot
You'd think by how I flow, that I'm breathing better air

I pray y'all are Quasars
Y'all are Quasars
This AR a rock a nigga body
Like he was hit by Frazier
All this money I got
A shock yo lil bitch like it

on a back street
I don't want to end up
Getting covered by a bed sheet
Mama crying while her son
Is lying on the concrete
Young Chalino I would die for all

World of Sunshine

The Jackson 5

Skywriter

1973

It feels alright
The grass is high
Live your life, before it passes by

Travel the road of the country side
From city to city, we're taking

Too West Coast Khakis with a crease
Too West Coast Chucks on my feet
Too West Coast Purple & The Gold Gold Gold
RushhhhhhhhH
Too West Coast Low

handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?
Tell me, ma, when I go home

you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now

Talk about the crimes in Sun City
Let's get down to the real nitty gritty
And talk about the crimes in Sun City

A city of diamond, a city of gold
A city

of
King on a throne I see y'all
People here screaming out feed us
Gold on my neck
Gold on my tooth
Gold on my chest
Gold in the room
Gold to my city
A voice

Look out for burning buildings
And villains who pillage
They're killing by the millions
And billions of people die
For a lost cause

So now I pray

never hit up on my phone
Quit digging over here bitch cuz you never gonna hit that gold
With the price on my head
Never sleep with no Glock keep one by my

(Ooh ooh)

Ah
December month is cold again
I need you like hunger
Around only the gray city walls, ya
Again the scandal, just give me a reason

Give

First Chain

Nas

Hall of Fame [Deluxe Edition]

2013

Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls
Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose?
Good girls stopped being good when I

give em nothing but the city feel 
Funnel Bambu and 990,s that’s a city feel 
You can tell by the way that I walk I gotta city feel
The voice

Aye bitch I've been bless with money n gold
Small city no lie i kept them buck for myself
I don't even try fuck it, them drug keep me alive
Told her

ain't a petty theft, now I'm on the run
Boutta pop, cop a private jet, want my money long
Pray to God, they wish on my death, they all want me gone, it's

gold But the city so cold

Sitting on the sideline
Time passing me by
Thought i was doing sumn but really i was just getting high
I died like seven times

My mouth finna fill up with gold
Soon as I'm able to charge for show
Shit in my city is different
A gang what I'm missing
The reason that I'm not

in like  stones into gold molded by the potters right hand and shinning bright as a diamond like only you can....
.. ewwww 
Verse 2: 
For tha record I

again
I'm lost again in the city night (lost in the city night)

This is too much to swallow
Pray my heart and mind will follow
The trick is not mind

The Actual

All City

Metropolis Gold

1998

like I'm supposed to
'Til I'm boku, in the gold coupe, the city want to whole lou
You couldn't go through, platinum medallion with the opal
Swingin'