Golden

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Tayy Brown

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I just be myself, they hate to see it
I see too much death still in my city, had to leave it
I just smoked a nigga with this glick, I'm rey keep it
My brother turned to drugs, he too high for me to reach him
Don't care what they, where we from we chose our family
Told em' I'm a make a million dollars, and they laughed at me
God showed me hella violence, but its what I had to see
Keep this thirty on me, you won't catch a nigga tagging me
I'm golden
One perk thirty I'm rolling
Gripping iron, that I'm pretty sure was stolen
Life is short so I'm a take my chance, like hold 'em
Paper on my mind, but I'm is not folding
Its death I told em'
Death I'll show em'
Blow off a nigga head, hit the strip I'll bowl em'
I don't wanna talk about the life I sold em'
I don't wanna talk about the murder she wrote in
You don't know what niggas done had to do
You can't imagine what I've been asked to do
I do shit on my own, I'm not the one to follow rules
And they gone count me out, but I know my life matter to
Candy colored horse, like that bitch came out the zoo
They was, just trying to survive, free my brother out the zoo
They say are you willing to fight for something you might lose
Shoot a nigga out his drawers, blood stained fruit of the loom
Gotta big AR-15 in the room
With them big P's, got like 17 in the room
And some big thots, got like 17 in the room
And some big Glocks twin 17's with a broom
You can die for less yeah, since my adolescence
I done seen these niggas die, all the way to west in
Mama said to finish them greens, grew up and sold green
Made a song, now I'm rocking Alexander McQueen's
I'm golden
One perk thirty I'm rolling
Gripping iron, that I'm pretty sure was stolen
Life is short so I'm a take my chance, like hold 'em
Paper on my mind, but I'm is not folding
Its death I told em'
Death I'll show em'
Blow off a nigga head, hit the strip I'll bowl em'
I don't wanna talk about the life I sold em'
I don't wanna talk about the murder she wrote in
F*ck the critics they'll never understand my life
I'm a man, keep a heater cause I know my rights
Kids can die for less so that's why I'm a take my time
And my mama crying, said that I would change I'm trying
Live a better life than what we was told we could have
Too busy take flights loitering second ave
Sit here lying out my ass
To a girl, that I once told world was my second half
I'm golden
One perk thirty I'm rolling
Gripping iron, that I'm pretty sure was stolen
Life is short so I'm a take my chance, like hold 'em
Paper on my mind, but I'm is not folding
Its death I told em'
Death I'll show em'
Blow off a nigga head, hit the strip I'll bowl em'
I don't wanna talk about the life I sold em'
I don't wanna talk about the murder she wrote in

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