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wires on him like he needed a jump
And got gutted by a Kano like he looking for lumps
Blended in with the trees like he coming to hunt
Ketchup,the hoes

have been told
That the streets were paved with gold
But it was just the lies we were told, we were told

I hoped it would be better here
I thought I'd

free
Want it from who?
What?
Want it from me
The feature from Twinn
Yeah it's just me
But I'm charging double the fee
Be in the city and stay by

brain
Respect person wen
Don get money
But make you fear
Who never collect
Brother me oh
Na true word I dey tell you so
Nor be by who hustle pass
Na em

like St. Paul's
Resurrect bad checks
Before he hit the street,check the pad on the vest
I complete the whole nine
Jock the old style,in the palm,if she

can't wait to see the streets of gold
I can't wait to hear the angels singing
I can't wait to be held by Your loving arms
And never let go
I'll be with

don't jiggle like that... thick. Now I been around the Bay Area...infectious music like malaria. San Jose, to OAK, to SFO, Style is gold like j melo  Ayo

If you were a song
I would play it from a 67 Mustang
With the wind in our hair
Driving by the ocean
Through America

If you were a song
I would sing

on your street corner playing cops and robbers for clout
Wearing your little boy clothes doing gang signs like Naruto

Incels and Wastrels you geniuses

meant to
To do
I'm walking by faith on these streets of Gold
When I get to heaven angels gone valet all my rewards
Yea I got a mansion
It gone fat, you

him or me
Shit get hot she leavin' me this ain't new it's c'est la vie

Bitch im hurt no fear in me ride round' with a tec in me
Slime he kill by any

bar bar ma dustha
Tu sustha sustha sustha
Tu sustha sustha sustha
Bhai tu sustha sustha sustha

She wanna ride with me
I'm charging by the meter
Always

too,
I think yo know that (yoh)
By the power i gat on me
Imma spine ur block anything i touch
Turns gold
That's the chosen, ain't give a fuck
What this

to get it
Draped in gold screaming squad them my woes
Let it snow the streets cold
Home for the holidays double cup of that drank
Yes Lord
Buying things we

like I missed the week
God damn
I need more time but funny thing is that it don't need me
It'll pass by without saying "Hi" in the streets (hello)
Ya

can tell by the helix
You a pussy nigga, bitch, I'm finna call you Felix
I don't give a fuck about your mothafuckin feelings
I'm breaking through

See the crowds as they leave
Without a by-your-pardon
See the clouds as they weave
Through the thunderheads
See them storm through the streets

flipping plenty OZs
Villain low-key still killing those beats
Grill in gold teeth used to chill in those streets
Filled with broke dreams
Coke dealers police

Walking down the streets of gold
And crushing out the feelings old
I deny beatings so loud
And accept my state in the crowd

Hot down, unconventional

they do this shit, what they got on a specialist, huh
Yeah, DMC especially
Used to swang a gold chain, might need another necklace
Found all the jewels

tune
Ring the bell and let sanity fall through

And here we go again down these same old streets
Over and over

There's no bunk beds in a graveyard
For

we about to be the reason that God made us
You can't fade us
See us comin' out of this furnace with no smell of the smoke
Purified by the fire, lookin'

You called me by your spirit
And then you spoke my name
You gave your life at calvary
You took my guilt and shame
You walked away from streets

I run the option
Keep smiling
Cause the streets is watching
My style is deluxe
With all the extra toppings
El Capatain
I'm the man
Understand
I'm here