Lyrics:
This book has been in the works for about three years by the time it's out of my hands and into yours, and I absolutely could not have it happen
with my heart on my sleeve
If you read my pages you will see the blood in my ink
No sweat when I switch it up and sing ouu
Music on that rocket shit you
history could stop the rise of the sun
Every page, every chapter, every word, every letter
Has a purpose in the book
Our story is one
From the page
gold Olympics
Plus the last girl prioritise
See, I got priorities, just not in her eyes
I've set up my life
First I'll do what I have to
Then I'll do
Stunting on these niggas have these broke boys bitter
I'm trying to go gold
I ain't trying to go silver
I'm trying to go gold
I ain't trying to go silver
have so much confidence
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by
ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass
Teach us, Sprite or Bird
What sweet thoughts are thine
I have never heard
Praise of love
Well sittin' in the barber chair
He sees the silver in his hair
Those golden years are comin' right behind
And then he'll start living
He'll really
It went from rapids to falls
Mother Goose she stopped laying golden eggs
Jack staked his claim and I drank the kegs
Jill let her music slip we let
royalties and ascap
I'm six two, fat went with the chrome shoe
Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools
[Books]
And the sauna, piggedy-puffin
fleeting, gold is fickle
Gold is fun
There is gold across the river
But I don't want none
I would rather be tried
Than held up by a golden gun
will shimmer with silver and gold
My lady is lovely she'll never grow old
And I offer this promise this one thing I know
I do it for you, Jane, for I
lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cause I'm surrounded by snakes
Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one today
I know what
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
to mean anything
And a man can get by without silver or gold
With bread for the body and song for the soul
I’m living my life by the lesson I
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
there for you to say
But understand
Why God took back your voice
SIlence is golden, I believe
And you are worth your weight
In wreaths of purest gold
The One Percent ~ words and music by F. Benjamin
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You need to take the time to look into the rich.
chapter
Allow me to fill in the blanks, no cappin
Met a few rappers after, I ain't have to
Striving for a better tomorrow, a hereafter
Could've rose with
alone understands the waves
So I know He surely oversees (overseas)
So this good news, good music
Doesn't have stay on set
With a lot of preset and Intent
Our castle will shimmer with silver and gold
My lady is lovely, you'll never grow old
And I offer this promise, this one thing I know
I do it for
all of my shit really platinum ain't doing no silver or gold
I do what I want wit my music ain't doing no shit that was told
They saying that you are no
I raced my hoss with the Spaniard's foal
Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and the gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over
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