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I don't really care about giving this nigga shine
Ain't no light that he could use
It don't make me, no, nevermind

Ain't nobody 'bout to hear

Yo
Yo

This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no

Rookie of da Year

Mike Jones

1st Round Draft Picks

2003

gotta know is my stage name
It's like everybody's switchin' to rappin'
And girls don't gold dig no more 'cause now, they diggin for platinum
I'm the black

Fed to the Lions

Planetary

Heavy Lies the Crown

2014

the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool

World's Most Hated

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
I

why I'm just playin it cool
to all the girls who used to dis the Maes
say I could have been like Ice T's wife
on the cover of the albums 
with gold

Stay in Your Lane

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

cats gettin real lame
Same ol' funny cats
Radio Cats
Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet

the club celebrate what we accomplished
And I don't fuck around your bitch can get the sausage yeah yeah
I'm getting back to my ways
Back in the dungeon for

Wario

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Intro
So you think it’s cool to break into fucking castles that

stories
For albums I did the same
Wait a second let me back up
Back in 8th grade I had visions I would stack up
All the nights spent thinking how to get my

that's full of burn holes
Tryna flip it to an album that'll turn gold
And then eventually plat
Remember back in school they were never mentioning that

Plenty fakes keep the gold in grill
Hopes low so they tote the steel
Pop pop till they cold as a frozen meal
Let me toke a hit
Let me toke a hit
I’m

bangers
Cause bitches want to fuck a rapper
Gold diggers keep the golden wrapper
Repping South Cali like a Trojan
Use a magnum for the totem
Rubber grips by

colors like a Basquiat
A narrative with no affiliation
Wit these amateurs
Ambassador
You don’t even gotta adjust ya aperture
Spectacular
Can you turn

A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get

yo' lil ass couldn't try on, uh
But we can let bygones be bygones
Or keep beefin', but yo' ass is gonna say goodbye son
Please don't make a threat that

represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don

the studio day and night ain't no album mode
But the income better be the only outcome though
I'm very gold
Shawty pick a nigga like a flower, tryna Marigold

I say love, you say no
No more organic growth
Baby
I say love, you say no
I don't love you no more
Baby
I say leave, you say bite
I still need you by

I've been driving state to state so I could catch a feeling
I ain't catch that feeling so I made an album about it
While I'm making Peter made

Similar to Jay's BP, on Black Album
Safe to say that listeners vital, Can't live without em'
I jot the pointers down for the future, memorandum huh
They all

My plug for real
Fanta with promethazine he be serving

I don’t know what else to fucking say bitch
All I do is drop the top on
The S-Class and I get

Time to get it like the industry owe
Be back in a minute i go for the gold
How ever they give it i'm taking it whole
Yeah
Yeah
Wait
Feeling the rhythm

the haters I can't find 'em now
And it's seeming like Olympic when you run your mouth

When you run your mouth
By the way, you ain't a gold medalist
Shut up