Lyrics:
To rain from the mountain tops
Still blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk
blinded by the rising sun
And when it fucking sets
I won't be waiting on
No motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning
worry it's plenty more to meet bro
So many fish in the sea but still looking for Nemo
Ain't the best but I'm better than a lot
If you staying by my side I
Tell em gimme all or nothing
I want everything (I want everything)
Married to the game
I need a wedding ring (Need a wedding ring)
Gold in my mind
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones
1500,
and heaven in your kiss
Fire burning in your eyes and summer on your lips
Funny how I still hear you singing along
Every time Summertime by Chesney comes
At times when life was only dishing out rope.
She was there by my side always giving me hope.
I kept listening close until i was ready for the city of gold
the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
Freeman
The rumor has it it's 'bout
8 figures in that ceiling
We built this city off rock-and-roll
The last man standing avoiding
The narcs' patrol
Yuugh!
Know my woman gon want a piece
And thats real nigga
Do it look like I got time to be playing games? Do it?
Pimp on the game need that all gold pinky
I'm the hottest bitch in the city
Ain't no fire or flame fuckin' with me
No makeup, still pretty
Five star like Trina and Nicki
Been the shit
I
One signed by the cross, our journey yet long
One signed by the cross, the battle rages on
In the name of all of Christendom, we fight to save the city
full of ambition and a pocket still on struggle mode
I had to cross to the depths of my mind so I could find that gold
And when I find that gold treat
think hard before you cross us
'Cause we go hard before, we're like some martial
When I get up
The sun goes down
If I never get it
Then it'll come back
(community gated)
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" (nigga we made it)
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin'
Detours through the concrete, cranes, and bulldozers
No, the Hill is not over still
Every block got a coffee shop; it's overkill
Focus, know the deal
Dope
the VIP by the pendant
Still in a meeting, be back in a minute
I tell her activate, throw it back, it got an appetite
Patek K call me six figures,
It's T-Mason on the beat
Cross the creek in a four-wheel
Big truck jacked up in a Chevrolet
Chillin' on a backroad doin' what you're told
Before
brothers Sm mother fucking G
You gon make me turn it up again please don't temp me
Never sliding by myself know the gang always with me
Moving fast trynna
flows
Clutching on my woes
Stepping on my foes
Stepping on their toes, nigga whoa
I got the water, The deep side
But I'm still keeping it inside
Cause
to me
I'd watch it pass by every day
But even though it's still the same
I won't stop until I make that change
All the problems I'm facing
With all my
People telling maybe that I should sleep more (okay)
I tell them that I'll sleep when it's all over
Wanna be the Jamal of my city when I cross over
Know
still yearnin'
There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost
Now I'm all worn down by weeping
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I
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