Gold
Mr.Reaper
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Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games I might be flexing now but you know I be rhyming I'm designing while i'm trying to keep on finding the flow Gone off the gas You gone be sleep on the floor While police knock on the door Face gone be whiter than snow I am not stooping too low I'm just protecting my own While just expecting the dough While you spend all of that dough, on nothing but all that blow You dropped a track I'll say "so" What's all that rainbow to gold How many times have I told, that all you played out and old Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games Interlude to an outcast Mr.Reaper ain't putting out trash Any MC is who I'll pass If we smoking then I'll pass While you hella shitty like a fowl task I'm organized like a file cab I'll bomb this shit like Pearl Harbor and rob wherever your pearls harbor You can catch this fade from your own barber I've been working hard like a broke farmer I'm killing rappers like Jeffrey Dahmer, and i'm low key like a stealth bomber Goddamn I'm the man Wrote these lines like I got a plan. Started my art up in a band Now I'm counting up, all these bands Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games Y'all don't mean shit to me Yo weak diss ain't hitting me We decorated like a Christmas tree Cause you ain't funny like a shitty meme If you start crying it's a pity scene While I chill back like a witty fiend Imma smoke out with some Cali green Damn Making tragedies, I know it's sad to see you call me something like majesty But actually, I be dastardly and their ain't gonna be one passing me Grab your seat belt and start fastening Cause i'm dissing like No Vaseline I can kill this sport, no practicing So there ain't no point in battling Goddamn With this mic up in my hand All you hating motherfuckers prolly be my stans When I fucking make it I ain't gonna throw no bands Cause I've been abandoned but still standing while i'm withstanding While i'm still handing out real bars so they be canon Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name Gold up on my wrist Gold up on my chain I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
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