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I'm just a street nigga
With bigger dreams
Want Bigger houses
Want plenty cream
Want Marble floors for my whole team
We front row nigga fuck a big

cfraid of conversation while a Dalit man dies
Wear your gold chains, girls by your side 
Shades on your eyes when you step to the mic
In the booth, we've

I don’t wanna crumble

Saving us alone

This could be another phase

Or the end of a chase for fool's gold

Quit wasting my time

We’re better than

(Aye yeah aye)

(Man im havin to much fun with this shit)

Milli cool on a thot ion need it
Hellcat I pull off in a demon
Think he street he just be

first I was tryna take mine so I
Hit hidden the force I'm forbidden
Can't face ya fate I'm revealing
Cut capes replaced by the villains
Off pace I'm late

Walking down the street today thinking to myself
I can’t imagine me with someone else
Every time I hear your name I can’t help but smile
You’re

A colosseum in streets it's the same
A battle to see who wears the gold chain
Win or lose it's how you play it they tell me
But you ask me I want the G-O-L-D

Memphis, that 666, Trip Six shit, bitches
A fifty box of them Swishers, gold slabs on them 6's
In the back seat full of bitches, tryna hit licks, we gon'

drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans

Why go to school? I know all I need to know
And I'm gettin' cash for gold money
So why should I pass math?
I'm sittin' on a crate
Chillin' in the shade

Doing everything you can to avoid getting shot
On your block, every bullet is hot
So don't lose a step
Streets is getting crazy, you could lose your head

the Kyd she a blessin
Know that all this gonna be in posession
New Charger with V12 in the engine
Testarossa start by 'mote controlla with a gold

the time or place
Kick it right outside your pad
With my ese's
Yea I think I'm big and bad
With this SK
Take a nap in your bushes
By the front gates
I'm from

Listen
Listen
Listen
Listson
Listen clearly
This from the soul my nigga
And this is for yow gold my nigga
Like Keep da peace and hold yow trigger
Go

police
Quick to run yo mouth
Run through yo house
Then run yo ass right out in the street
If don’t got my money or my bud Smokey
Killin' you and him
By

golds shining like damn no way
Imma go and flex in the west by the bay and have my people go hard and screaming out hooray
I remember day dreaming in

I wish I could repay you
But there's not even gold in the world
So I'll just say thank you

1, 2, 3, 4, come on
Yea, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, yea yea
What's

Shorty with me no
Anime hoes
No free throw
Going hard in the paint
Like shaq
I'm DEBO
Gimme yo
Gold
You best tuck
Ya chain
I been racking up
So much

make your kill

Across the street, top story, vacant lot
Fifty thousand cash with a driver and a car
They say fame will get ya and money brought it down

the lights by the fire
I hung the lights one by one
My heart is twink-twinkling baby
‘Cause you and I are gonna have fun

I’ll get ready with silver and gold

Fronting parades to confronting defeat
Dumped in the rain unfamiliar streets
But there's nothing to gain
By admitting you're beat
Maybe it ain't quitе

done tell on he
It ain't no rules to the game
Get a referee
He only moving like that cause they pressure he
Me I need gold like I working for S&B
Feeling

them lead in they sheets, draggin' they body to streets
I'm on one, walk around with these fancy jewels and this gold on
These losin' niggas don't want

muddy, I treat it like I'm sipping liquid gold
I'm in a different mode
I'm in another zone
I've been floating for a while don't know when I'm coming home
I