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Oh, I'd have to be twice as tall
At least to feel better than I do
Yes I'd have to be twice as tall
At least, I mean me multiplied by two (by two)

Who ya love more than you?
Everything you do is important news
You seem to think you're above us all and look down on us from a golden view
I mean

When I was in the 3rd grade
I thought that I was black
Cause I couldn't swim
Destined for a life of fly
Clothes and golden rims
Told my mom the news

think I'll go out sad
MGMan so litty, even if I ain't got no cash
Boy I make the money, the money don't make me
Run it up like nothing, hustling ten days

Like, cuh, he got them P's for 1,500, I feel like Golden boy
All in my DM with all that dissin', I don't even know that boy
I ain't finna chat, come

bitten"

He was a grown man but unarmed, afraid of abuse
At heart, just a scared mama's boy
He's getting to the part where he was bit by a goose
In

your the man of your turf
But you ain't putting in the work

Putting in work like a foot soldier
I got the work you can smell the odour
Knock em out

you know that mack is on that
And i be with some killas, pussy boy you better fall back
Hey,
you better fall back
You know just how we spinna benz, we

them youngins pull up you can't make it out (Oh you can't make it out)
Light that boy on fire he can't put it out (No he can't put it out)
They say they

Red Hat, Like Kanye
Yankee fitted like I'm Jay
Tilt ya head back and the pot fall when you cooking that raw ye
Ten toes, What the books say
All these

and i'm high off the planet
Bank gotta stack up my bread on a pallet if that bitch play in yo face you can have it
Don't touch my counter it's made out

for MVP
Dis year we handing out L’s like the DOV
Only time we holding L’s up is with the V
They like them boys from the
Vevo coming with the heat

Hold Up

Bun B

Lyricist Lounge: Dirty States of America

2004

I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling

Golden child but a child I am not
Niggas smoke to my records and the bitches just bop 
You think you safe cause you surrounded by cops 
Half of them

scenes
Golden means
In divine proportion
Transmissions from Sun
'Til it steams vapors by the ton
Into the air
Where you'll float without a care
And forget

Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna

I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by

You come apart
Thread by thread
Your pretty face falls
Like a mask

Don't try to smile
You'll start to break
Just mutter prayers
And down your flask

cries out it can't lose again

Boy you got me thinking I failed
I didn't win the gold
Wouldn't sell my soul
Boy you got me feeling I'm scared
Couldn't

Down by the lake the ice began to thaw
Slowly warmed by the early spring's sun
It looked almost safe enough to cross
I tested it to see if it would

Livin by the hustlers oath pray I don’t see the can
Love to finger fuck my 9 subscribe to its only fans
Seen em smoke it out a pipe and some smoke it off

through bodies like she's out for blood
Like down by the river with a stranger no one knows
Or the bassist and the drummer backstage after the show
A rich

Emcdouble, Lil Jupi, Avery Storm
Let's get it
I'm out here like a chef, with the Chopper
Harley Davidson, with the chopper
Boy, I make them run, with

Out here livin' in the moment no Snapchat
Cut school still kept work in the backpack 
clways been the man 
I never get laughed at
Left a couple

down by the equator

Lover boy got hella haters
Run it up like Fred Taylor, goin' up like elevators
Prayin' for God to save us so we can get out this