Bags Of Gold
(专辑: All Or Nothing: Live It Up (AON L I U) - 2016)
Uh, my first slip was my last wound Destined to make it since my half moon I
murder shit, the
industry's my bathroom Bills, bitches and Benzes, the
rapper's three B's Now I
remember seeing your name while I
was snapping CD's Always the
topic of the
boss, sneak these Bubble the
profit, can't stop it, weed jars, double R's, sweet keys I
need a
blade to shave the
ice down on my heart, deep freeze The
finer living gave me suave street dreams, I'm made for winning Girl my wardrobe stays the
bomb, shades on, suede and linen Let professionals perform, they gone, I
play the
villain Revolutionary, flexing my arms for black culture Take a
hit of this, go jump off the
roof, you smoke crack, don't ya? White fatigue crawl on the
clip, I'm super strapped, soldier Album give the
world an eclipse, recouped and back colder Save the
drama for my commas, I'm greedy still Take back the
little knowledge from my novice I
dream of dollars This is duffel bags of gold, and diamonds for the
soul Devil tried to pin a
nigga down, I'm climbing out the
hole Put the
pressure on and watch it take its toll We done made it out the
stops, only the
top gon' make me whole They want to move it slow, but ain't got no control Everything they had to throw we threw back, we'll never fold Nigga, getting paper don't get old Just when you thought it was safe, uh, reload! Uh, descendants of the
biggest of fools, your family's clowns Envy stares from my weak peers, sharing my hand me downs Better air heads, I'm slamming 'em like Anthony Towns Climbing heights, paint the
stairs red, uh, champion crown Call your muscle, don't need a
weak link cramping my style Born to hustle, the
devil's a
lie amping you now Who's your witness? Remove all your stripes, rendered defenseless Handing flyers out to serve you your faith, dead at the
entrance I'm relentless, my training's extreme, killed my apprentice Oops, take it out on your troops, regime relinquished You niggas take too many pictures, very suspicious Know the
latest news and all the
glitches, envy the
bitches Dawg I'm money hungry, calling my line... better be business You an opp dummy, gon' need divine heavenly scriptures Put these wave-riders all in one rhyme, tell me the
difference Throw your name under, clean up the
mess, bury the
scissors This is duffel bags of gold, and diamonds for the
soul Devil tried to pin a
nigga down, I'm climbing out the
hole Put the
pressure on and watch it take its toll We done made it out the
stops, only the
top gon' make me whole They want to move it slow, but ain't got no control Everything they had to throw we threw back, we'll never fold Nigga, getting paper don't get old Just when you thought it was safe, uh, reload!