Lyrics:
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
Gestern an der Gallus heute
In den Charts auch
Wenn mein Album nicht Gold geht Chab
Deutscher Rap ist am Arsch
Und richtig Blamage dein
Rap ist Fiat
and your gold chains
I was born from the kings
You know where I come from
You can tell these rappers I
Don’t need to stunt (Hell nah)
You can tell these
Rack rack city, b****, rack rack rack city, b****
Rack, rack rack rack city, b****, (Mustard on the beat ho)
Rack city, b****, rack rack city
Rack rack city, bitch, rack rack rack city, bitch
Rack, rack rack rack city, bitch, (Mustard on the beat ho)
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city
Rock City
Royce five nine
Slim Shady
Come on
Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine
Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you
Pine
Rock City
Royce Five Nine
Slim Shady
Come on
Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine
Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you
Pine
Thinking about you when I wake up
Thinking about you when I wake up
Go platinum or gold
Go platinum or gold
I got the city on smash
Got a bitty
Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream
Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream
EMERALD CITY GOLD:
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
Golden gold
You got to be seen gold
Watch out for the new kind
You got to have old gold
Like some
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from
No Namaste in the urban blues
They barricade every sunset view
And keep in chains what belongs to you
In the City of Gold
I bet you that this gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Ohhhhh
Feel this heat
While the city
your daughter rooms
Shoutout to the fatherless dudes
I got no auto tune
I gotta turn my album in high noon
Who do you talk to?
When the phone too busy
do today?
I laid here for hours and hours
Oh, since the city's fucked
Why don't we twist one up?
Stretch out, out, ooh
They can't take our gold
Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
West Side is the town you will see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
West
Tell em gimme all or nothing
I want everything (I want everything)
Married to the game
I need a wedding ring (Need a wedding ring)
Gold in my mind
getting Lit
Fit is good drip it should be perfect like her clit
Now giver shit the music takes control
We gotta rock this city cuz this city is gold
We
changed
Oh and it's not a game now
Present
Now I could never forget it
Bright light shining on quiet city
Like a lighthouse in a blackout
Why
I
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
On your neck, and your fingers,
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