Lyrics:
Hold my Grammy next to his title hold my gold with his gold
I'm sick of being in the background force myself in the fold
I'm making these rappers fold
In
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
your shirt soaked
It's all gold
From all the years of the tears, shit never being clear, have no fear cuz I promise you
It's all gold
Girl if you always
wicked
But only that they be spineless."
Or mindless, abide by the guidance
Glide to a better horizon, I'm a true giant
Waking up the mental dead with my
[Chorus]
Ball like I'm in the Finals
Feel a special feeling in the air with my arrival
cin't no moral victories we coming for the title
My team
content, get gold with King no-nonsense (That's right)
Dollars they hold is counterfeit, but I'm sunlit, golds wordsmith
Diadem Tiara wearing Princess with
Living by the title she call me a king
I don't need a scale only He can judge me
Gotta follow all my regiments, making all the green
I get bright in
Finley, who’s new film, City of Light, made its debut only moments ago. It’s nice to have you with us Ms. Finley or should I call you Charlotte? Miss?
impossible to live
Cause lack of innocence to give
Survive by a gun or succumb to one (Choose)
Mother's mourning their sons (Mikey G)
Battle of good and evil
Uh, the city is fucked up
But I lucked up, I got out the bitch 'fore I'm cuffed up, playing duck-duck
It's a goose chase tryna win here, and of that
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
slow your roll
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
They gon' get you for your diamonds and gold
Everybody want some diamonds and gold
And I
a different time zone
Maybe I could reply or add link to my bio
Have all of my accolades, title with no title, I know
(no-woah)
That timing is everything
I know
fucking clear
It don't take that long
Hold up uh I'ma go I'ma get it
I'ma flow like, it's a dope rhyme
I'ma grow for the better never get low to your level
Written by Christo Andriopoulos
Oh I thought you knew?
Oh I thought you knew?
They kick you when you down
Man this ain’t nothing new
You can’t hold
and in fear of the city
Oh, oh yeah
Oh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With
on out to the yacht
Pop the cork, turn the lamps down low
Head on into the hold i'll be happenin'
It's just a matter of time
I'm gonna be in fat city
through these low times
Who saw my potential, saw me as special
Walked by my side when I
Couldn't even hold mine
Now that it's showtime, time
To strike gold
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show
hold any applause to the end"
That last request is accompanied by a
Stern look at the gathered audience
I don't think anyone would
Dare defy that look
I
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
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