Lyrics:
truly ain't gold
Nobody wants to lead ya'll rather follow
Those who are already in full control
And who don't want us to ever see tomorrow
Cuz we are
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
They know my drug past what else they expect me to do
Here is some new news, Williams finally grew into his own eyes
From Josh and Smitty's demise, layer
rhyme
Gaane mere saare vibe
Ride karu in the night
Chaiye mujhe sab, Gaadi tez
Diamond chain, mere naal munde same they don’t change no
Mila paisa, mila
anymore
Oh I don't even want this
All this silver and gold
I never asked for it
It was given to me
By the Silver and Gold King in his will before he
Before
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
to fix yourself
All your problems will turn to ashes
You could put it in an urn
Forgive, but don't forget
So you can't live with a curse
I'm trynna help
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The moon is made of gold
* (Oh you) See how the shadows
Enhanced by the light above
Dance in the night
Matter Of Time
Words and Music by Cody Hudock / Sean Erick / Kevin Lloyd Williams / Leon Silva [all ASCAP]
Published by 2019 Chance MEDIA Pty Ltd
So you messin with the kids
Know the flows so legit
And forget about the paper cause we broke as shit
Well, enough to get by
Enough for some food
Me, put on my New
Strings, sing some blues straight From my soul,
Pure soul, good as gold, as life Passes by
I won't pass you by
Roasting s'mores,
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
soul in to place
Fore' you try, to get with somebody you don't really know
Why'd you lie, to all of them others just to get the gold
Was it pride That
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
Yeah
Stick, stick
Slick, rick
Gold chains, no shame
No fame, I’m all brains
I’m lapping y’all inna passing lane
I just wanna bad mama, hold it down
that gold urn
We sleepin' in
Your turn
Is coming
You ain't even need to make assumptions
Competitively We dominate
From shutting down the function
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
Will.I.Am, maybe made a milli
Maybe I don't give a damn (True)I thought of Evident
He mispronounced it, Evidence, fast forward
Here we are, standing in
smoke legal!
higher than any Eagle album ever charted
911 was an inside job- don't get me started
ancient secrets were guarded, pillaged and marauded
the hoochie, popping her coochie
Chill while I'm chasing millions
I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)
Don't play with villas', vacate
and four albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props
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