Lyrics:
like it's always etcetera etc
Yo lil participation trophy it ain't gon get by my metal detector
My muhfuckin medal detector, aye
Boa at this point I got
wouldn't bow
They would not bow their knee to the idol made of gold
They wouldn't burn
They were protected by the fourth man in the fire
They wouldn't
estate, make it you and the builder
Fuck you and a jeweler make it you and a realtor
My heart is solid gold I ain't ever doing it silver
Pornstar when I do
Care for you I would put you up
Mmhmm
Suck me dry til I’m outta love
Uh huh
Don’t cry don’t know how to love
Ooo But if u come by might jus show you some
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
three days a week
Ya she'd even break a promise in the promised land
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
She'll shake her money maker twice
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day, cash
Tread in that shallow water
Before you drown in that deep end
Now a days ain't nobody solid
Everybody nervous
Ones we care about
Acting like they don't
solid proof from their Lord, reported by a witness from Him, and before it the book of Moses has set a precedent and a mercy, they will surely believe
But
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
on the gold tank
Aquemini, ATL Fam, do or die
Still black on both sides like its '99
Bobby Boucher since the 2K
In the kitchen all day with the soufflé
Word
Word
Every day
I text, I call, I flex, I ball
I go through this shit every day
I, I, I flex, I ball, I text, I call
My ex, we go through
the teens
Kings and Queens
Gotta keep them up to speed with the word
NGC is the place where I serve
C 3:16 live by the verse
I thank God that I found my worth
lot of sh-
Poppin' that thing that she be on the (ha)
Gold in my mouth and got gold on my wrist (yeah)
Ho, you gon' shine if I give you a kiss
She
devastating when I go solo
Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding
Head swollen off the solid gold soul
Iron Mic pole beat your face like you stole
thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no
eyes on the rock, shootin' the three
With three seconds left on the clock
He a savage
Reid shut em down all day, always ballin' out
He don't talk he
Breasts so clean whenever you see T.I.P's.
For me oh ya like scream III
Solid gold Cadi and a raw blue Appolo
You make a young hoe chew and a young hoe
looking at my Cuban links
Couple gold ropes and they all bling bling
Reputation on a hunnit kept it solid in these streets
All I ever had was a dollar
Cuban link solid gold like I'm back in the 80s
On the wrist is something more presidential than Reagan
The big dreamer the rap game grim reaper
Flow
four to heart, his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
And preparations soon were made
They voted club the day's commander
Give him
to go
Along this path through the years tough as solid gold
Never fold under pressure through the hard times
Make amends just to see you smile doing fine
the same man that had figured out a plan
Graduate, teach, rap, then disappear
Plans got moved by two or three years
I'm an author, teacher, dare I say a GOAT
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