Lyrics:
Influenced by few
But I've been inspired many
Dropasaurus Rex prime minister with the semi
Set the standards for grimy intellectual niggas
Sothern
enslavement
Fresh out the box our mental has been endangered
Hopping out the trap created by cruel caveman
Injustice and Poli-tricks the Zionist's anonymous
the one for practice
I’d never know if your words would be backed by actions
Or if you take back your words and your actions are backwards
Yeah. It’s like
cries out it can't lose again
Boy you got me thinking I failed
I didn't win the gold
Wouldn't sell my soul
Boy you got me feeling I'm scared
Couldn't
(like-like-like)
Please don't overthink on that (like-like-like)
Like-like-like
Who gon' find that lost boy?
High class 'til she fall for him
Them whispers
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
This ain't no standard meen, gasoline, dirty agua
Choke Choke Choke
Consumed by drama
Choke Choke Choke
Understanding dharma
Choke Choke Choke
Wishing
(Yah)
Know I made it out the bottom
I got model bitches, I'm sticking my dick up in it (Wow)
Pot of Gold, I put my fingers in it (Ooh)
Close the door, I
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, no, would come home to me
And she said, ramblin' boy why don't you
Whachu goin' back?
Back up under the attack
Wanna see the path
Blocked off from it by the ad
They can't touch it, boy
They can't touch it, boy
They
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
gone.
And
I don't really wanna fall in love
'Cause I know that I ain't gon'
Be your cowboy
I just wanna hear you
Screaming out
Take my hand
And take me
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone
a nigga dick for an outfit
I ain't got no manners
From a long line of niggas
That ain't got no standards
Feel the pain in my boy
When you hear my grammar
lower class boys
You a bitch you a broke boy
No you can't fuck with us boy
How you bugging all the dope boys
Backwards backwards
Always going forward
off, bitches better beware
Glitter gold, white patron, quite the debonair
Plenty of boys like you in town
Plenty of gold I pay by the ounce
Loves
yeah, I need a boost
Yea I need a boost, bitch I'm a stellar boy
Macchiato light, Nutella boy
I'm the Yves Saint Laurant menace boy
I'm the gold standard
punch me and I put the pen down again
In the booth, iced out, you know just what I'm drowning in
VVS's make me feel like I can fly again
Solid gold, Cuban
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
repetition
Girl you fuckin' wit a superstar
Writin' flows made from gold, check out my memoir
It's not a secret, bitch I been hot
And if you up for a trio,
To know what God taught
If that ain't at the root then
Everything will fall apart, part, part, part
Yeah, can I live I want to feel what you feel
See what
I'm out of my mind
All my doctors advise me to take meds
Or ya'll gunna die
A slow painful death until ya face red
You won't look alive
I don't give
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