Lyrics:
The Black Gold
Black to gold black to gold black gold
Come and hit this black gold
Let it heal your soul
Feeling like 95 death row
And most of these women
The Black Gold
Black to gold black to gold black gold
Come and hit this black gold
Let it heal your soul
Feeling like 95 death row
And most of these women
tint, nigga riding Nigerian
All white paint, we gon' call it Siberian
Loud pack on him, he ain't no librarian
Up from Mexico City, that's that Norcross
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from
I be reppin' my city - no one can do it better
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city er er er'why
one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys
of the greatest
Devil appear in many forms
Even one with halo
Heaven don't lock me out
My soul is still pure, purified by the holy grail
Hail Mary, cuz this
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
on a pole
For dissing God for diamonds and gold
For every time that I sold something illegal cuz it was profitable
No, I wasn't an honest man some of y'all
So I let my mind penetrate the continuum of space
Turn stone plaques to gold
Gold turn to greed
Greed turn to more desire to be seen by the world
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
it but when I guessed my bike nd I rode blessed
I was born asexually but I don't have a cloned cell
In this city I been tryna come up with a foretold
It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry the way we get funds
Took eight years, now a nigga make gold
over without taking the cross over
Made us all sober -- years later, is it all over?
Trip asked me if I was still motivated
I was quiet, but I wanted
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
freak
Stare at me cross the party
If we meet I might just leave
You see me in the morning
This my life I'm chasing goals
I give you gold
I'm on it
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
We run this, run this, run this
We run this city, city
We'll wear you down, down
Until you're weak and weary, weary
We got it all
But we gon' take
makes me wise
Pray for family ties
Don't cross I'd hate to fight
Risk it all thats your life
Down for tribe like I'm Phife
For the fam down to ride
By rap
world as we know, it went up in smoke
I still believe in gold, I still believe in gold, I still believe in gold
Believe in gold in gold in gold in
c yo the plug just hit me up he said
We gone get it cross the border
We gone get it by the truck he said
We gone get it cross the border
You won't
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