In the Morning (Streets of Gold)
Kevin1100
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When you on’ streets of gold, streets of gold Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on But the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning Chill with my niggas from around the corner Reminisce with my homies from my alma matas Hit a couple licks, split it with my mama (with my baby mama) Might spend a little bit on marijuana And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die Living for the lord, with an angel on my side Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die Living for the lord, with an angel on my side Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride Girl, I ain’t got no mo’ room in my car for you But baby I’ll ride to the bar whichu Or you and yo friends meet me my friends At my homeboy’s barbecue See plenty hoes fine, I’on fall for that They told me to call, but never call me back “But this Brazilian weave,” I’m too raw for that And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods Livin’ life like every nigga should She met me as a boy - I became a man Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission ain't quittin All she need is love, not Sex & Drugs All she want is a man, but every niggas a thug… and at the end of the day She just another woman I love And she love me back I got sisters from the same mister A momma who don’t like drama A granny who ain’t even know I was rappin Or thinking bout trappin, I’ll do what I can for my fam Even clapping at niggas who don’t understand There’s a law that we live by A code we be keeping I hope you ain't sleeping, they counting the sheep They watchin TV… These niggas ain't listened to me When you on’ Streets of gold, streets of gold Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on But the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning Chill with my niggas from around the corner Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas Hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama Might spend a little bit on marijuana And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die Living for the lord, with an angel on my side Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die Living for the lord, with an angel on my side Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride Maybe we should, put another L in the air… For the niggas dumping shells from them glass houses… Put another L in the air… For the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses And if you don’t smoke, get high off life Nigga, pass the peace, I’m tryn’a spark the light Write it down and spit it in the mic Play it back. See what it sound like, and that’s loud right Because, they say that time is money, it’s calling, you don’t listen Gold and glitter glisten, but niggas don’t know difference Lob a couple bullets, live lawless Or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his missio So I’ma spend this money till I’m satisfied I know it ain’t real, but I still fantasize Of stacking dead prez, while I’m still alive We ain’t never ever gonna die, or be victimized Rather be chillin, could be working, but I rather relax Time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm Define the system when I’m rippin these tracks And divine wisdom keep earth intact And no reversing that Even When you on streets of gold, streets of gold Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on But the wheels are chrome (the wheels are chrome) Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning Chill with my niggas from around the corner Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas Hit a couple licks, for my baby mama Might spend a little bit on marijuana And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die Living for the lord, with an angel on my side Prolly cop a strap or two you know I’m down to ride And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die Living for the lord, with an angel on my side Money on the rise and we f*ck sometimes I just be rappin’ what is happenin’ Evoking old emotions sometimes I spit my mind so f*ck my job ya’ll can have this shit I’ll build my own establishment And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit That I ain’t even had to get And I hope I don’t die today Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way Only getting high just to get away Only getting high just to get away And I hope I don’t die today Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way Only getting high just to get away Only getting high just to get away And I hope I don’t die today Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way Only getting high just to get away Only getting high just to get away And I hope I don’t die today Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way Only getting high just to get away Only getting high just to get away
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Written by: JUVONTE TODD, KENYATTA NAJI JOHNSON ADAMS
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