Lyrics:
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If there's
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
the gold
Don't turn to a sellout
Or you'll be the one who fell out
Don't want to start searching for clout
'Cause they'll know and they'll shout
So we better
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's
this THOT to take my shot
So long as I don't pierce nothing vital
With this rap, I'm a chunk-a gold surrounded by booby traps
I'm your newest idol
Huh, blood between my toes
Slaughtering the sheep, that's just how it goes
Offer up a feast to the one in gold
Sacrificial seat sat on by my soul
HUH,
't because I don't be having funds
The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and making my neck turn green
And I got a criminal
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
I can't forgive you, the Lord can
And if I don't deliver
I stand by my messages
Never backed out, day one, same ever since
It never end like it's
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold
like Santa Claus
by the way you getting gifted
and I ain't talking bout no coccy shit
I'm talking bout them solid gold bricks
in my lyrics Riffs
break
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
to the bag like a soldier
We ready for war we gon step 'til the finish
I don't give a fuck if nobody was wit me
I'll step by myself do this shit independent
mama
I don't wanna measure what I'm
Worth by some dollars
Gold on my teeth, though! (Heh)
They want me to fit in a package
So my demographic will
gold Raekwon first album
Nothing but a G thing like when Dre met Calvin
That's the type of shit I'm made of
That's the type of shit I'm made of
Yeah,
The Last Word
Words and Music by Cody Hudock / Sean Erick / Kevin Lloyd Williams / Leon Silva [all ASCAP]
Published by 2019 Chance MEDIA Pty Ltd
Theories are nearly insane, bleary
? surely by years of the same gears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in
further from peace the moment
You start to chase it
My past filled with strife and woe
I wouldn't erase it
For the right to blow, for hype and gold
To be
of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 3:]
Corporate scared of me 'cause I ain't safe
Dey don?t know wat da fuck
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
ab tak Mai
By choice
Ash ki rai suno
Aur bolo sabhi
Isshhhh
Maar daala
Udaa aasmaan krishh
Mila koi bhi nahi
Jaadu phissshh
Don't piss me off
Coz I am
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