City of Gold (feat. Genoside & Lizz Kalo)

I'm broke again My homeboys gone probably sneak in some liquor into the club Acting all nonchalant Smelling like lipidis and some Mary Wearing Rose colour glasses to block the envy Provocative slang to indulge in their senses Oil rings in my chalice My whole outlook is feeling so malice I shape shift through dimensions Try to rope me, I tighten it than I walked on it just to show off my balance With the homies Rabble and Rousers that keep me grounded With the homies I be the loudest without the knowledge With the homies Trying to pollinate all these flowers We acting like playa players we tryna use up these condoms Moonlight high and We sipping on toxic water in the coolest fountains You can not simulate this and your crew will vouch this The streets is where my heart is so my flow nostalgic You dripping off sauce boy guess I'm dripping off ointment Providing a whole different wavelength I'm feeling like Sinbad Yet the patron tryna put me on contract Told me pause that conscious ways he'll fatten pocket Love or lust every level up I can't help but to stray in the crosshairs Cemetery filled with broken tombs Dirt on my family jewels Yet no treasure hunt for the bastard youth Jazzybel in her plastic shoes No Namaste in the urban blues They barricade every sunset view And keep in chains what belongs to you In the City of Gold I bet you that this gold couldn't measure Abilities I hold that's my treasure I just be wildin out on my good days for now I'm just all alone In the City of Gold City of Gold hand me a throne give me your soul City of Gold evil condone, covered in chrome City is old your freedoms revoked Your freedom revoked They gone patronise your every move Sanitise and plagiarise your tunes Minimise the real in you Sell you lust and feed you drugs and booze That fertilise your very doom I circumcised my thought I'm open minded to every plot and scheme they do Stay Woke My back bone never made of cartilage Yet my satchel never had no drugs in it Know some Gs that slang that rock like David did Told me keep your cool and stay away from politics Guerrilla warfare they'll never Tarzan this 21 gun Salute Came from the streets where the G's always tryna put that Twenty some mark on you Ahhh Let's talk about barcodes Let's talk about hallow points at the wrong folks Let's talk about the media controlling your thoughts Let's talk about government circumventing their wrongs Let's talk about how you losing yourself in distance Lost in the system The evil is glistening Psychological prison So now you found yourself in debt for the trends they be setting In the city of Gold I bet you that this gold couldn't measure Abilities I hold that's my treasure I just be wildin out on my good days for now I'm just all alone In the city of Gold City of Gold hand me a throne give me your soul City of Gold evil condone, covered in chrome City is old your freedom's revoked Your freedom revoked I'd like to welcome you to the city Gold gold Gold gold Gold gold Gold gold Gold gold Gold gold Gold gold Gold gold