Lyrics:
people cheering
Like a nicca won the title
Blown a 3-1 lead
Then 2-3 became your idol
Mans than gassed her up
So mans gone have to buy them tires
Like
just like it's cancer
Because of my profession I surprise em' with my manors
A rapper but the title that they use feels like it's slander
These niggas
Drop daddy hit beat Im talking about me me
Hold up what you mean I got 30 pairs of supreme
What you want I got gold jump out the porch now
And I
thing if was
Never said then it was
Written I come from the
Cold bottom of the mitten
You either going Gold or a
Target top of the list wit
No analysis
Am feeling like Midas
The coochie turn to gold
The moment that I touch
Left the city behind us
Now they tranna find us
Am feeling like Midas
Mi mi
appleberry over gold
Still 22, like the Clyde Drexler
Or I can put a 9 to your chest like Van Exel
Like the Pistol Pete, I can hold heat
44 shoot the jays off
by the people i followed i had around
I wasn't producing gold
My music it never sold
How i felt was never relevant
I just go with the flow
Now we,
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Pullman Stop! / Paperman How about my water? / Pullman Hold you hosses I come to dat Look at da chambermaid, she mighty
on the back porch
I put my class ring by the cross on your gold chain
You backed my back against those cedar clapboards
My lips ain't never been kissed that
Catch me on that bridge on that right lane I be cruising
Catch me on that bridge on that right lane I be cruising
Staring at the city my whole life
diamonds and gold
Just wait for me
If you can't
The exit you can hit the door
Because I'm nothin' like these other niggas
They all up in by business
Tryna
forward
I ain't never laying low
I can tell you how it goes
No more games only pain
Yeah I'm here for the gold
Right now it's clear to see
My secrets hide
a crystal ball to know my future crystal clear
I won't be finished until I know that my list is cleared
Did this all by my lonesome there's no assistance here
the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.
[Chorus]
But as I come
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
lookin' like bibles. Flow is versatile , you niggas singing like idols
Number one contender, so you can't steal my title. Why these niggas all mad that my
running this city
Draped in gold and leopard skin
Mentally I'm of another pedigree
I'm like Gandhi and Marcus Garvey
On methamphetamine's
Mixed with a hint
years
brushin the plaque off the teeth
It's time to switch gears
and place the plaques underneath the roof
The gold ones
was platinum plus much
egyptians nd fellow magicians found the old dress
I don't know maybe pharaoh's empress misplaced her gold dress
You don't know the code guess
I didn't know
a spalding
We all in
From the same city and I got my niggas with me
If you want me come and get me
I betcha they never hit me
Why
They flow is fabricated
the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur, hold them titties right
Handcraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart,
nothing
I used to play tough with the cops, had ideas
Told my girl who protest hold me a spot
And I'll go
Black folk know what talking white means
But
to reconnect[00:44.39]The only time he call askin' if I seen it yet[00:47.02]I'm busy in the city, tryna make a couple checks Puttin' off the movie titles, leave him in
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