Lyrics:
what's a goat nigga to a city of gold nigga?
Where we call 'em out by their first names, you just know 'em as gold diggers
And the kid that got you just
my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
controversy, yeah your approvals sealed
Got a couple mentions
Name has gotten some attention
Music's copied, got no innovation
Massive parties invitations
I
against cash
There's really no way of predicting
If it will fly or it will crash
But that's the nature of politics
That's the name of the game
That's how it
We living broke lives
But we still step clean
I have being through a lot
And discussion is a no go
Just wanna get that doe to feed My mama
She get
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
won't leave a clue
Young niggas making boss moves plus we street approved
Tell them gate keepers out our way
Because we bussing thru
Have you ever been
Chains dragging all my problems
Names for any who thinks I have to show them
Times in my life that felt like I wasn't controlling
Put them
The Z is for the zealous brotha sitting on the zenith
Meaning
When I cease breathing and I'm gone
The Zeppeli name gon' live on
Let it ripple
The Zeppeli
out
Broke motherfuckers don't carry no clout
The hood that I'm from is where I proved my name
And the streets where I live is where I got my fame
down
I'll turn the whole New York into Bucktown
A 'Face ain't real Scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bullshit bodyguard
Walk the streets
You don't have the right to analyze the things I post
I'm gonna walk this life my way hey
Pray to live the next day
No more hi's it's hey
Whenever I
never snitch live by the code
Money coming in it's by the load
Got so many bitches I'm like inny miney moe
I go through so much and never get no time
we gotta cut it down
Snip snip
Ask the scissors snap
Gotta detach from that
Can't have Venom spread
Gotta cut his head
Live ya life I'll ride for mine
Joe Hill wrote a song for the
Free speech fight of uh, 1910
And it was introduced on the streets
Of Spokane by Haywire MacMclintok
Him what, He was
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this
it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, little bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rolling up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, run along bitch
Leave!
The holy ghost
In Jesus name
I pray on peace for all the things I feel I can't escape
Don't look no further
Cause I'm a sinner
And they gon have mop
the better
Gotta bag didn't change couldn't follow ya lane
Had to stay in my lane where was ya'll when I had no dollars to my name
Transporting through these
easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them.
easy
That's what everybody says
But not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (But I still love them)
And had to have them.
have no food to eat give me Jesus when I'm wounded and wanted to heal give me Jesus whenever I don't have no shoes on my feet give me Jesus give me Jesus
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