Turn2Gold (Outro)

[Intro]
Everything you do...should turn to gold

[Verse]
Roll pack, then we go through it
I kick back and make smoke music
Blow two grams out of my nose
Always land on my toes
I don't pop xans
Or shake hands with my foes
If you're my enemy today
When I die it stays the same
Midnight pressure, cherries burning in the rain
I learned many lessons going through some things
Didn't tell you to dispose me in the frame
Pardon my ways, I see the hate

Niggas acting like they started that
I'm rocking minks, fuck a Starter cap, no sneakers
She like me, but ain't bring it back--I don't need you
I'm believing in the shit that I sew
Planting seeds and I'm watching 'em grow
You can't achieve what you gotta expose
Kicked back with a stone, they asking "how he acting so calm?"
My grandma always told me I could end up a con
My past lifes must've had a couple patterns and I'm...

Just tryna handle the law
I'm still dodging the law, feeling stuck in the dark
Phone call from my nigga, say he supposed to be home
Both palms on the Swisher 'til I twist it in smoke
I guess I'm just a drifter tryna live when you broke
Or maybe I'm a nigga straight to living from hope
It's crazy how that system has us constantly choked
I guess we never took our necks up out of them ropes

I'm hanging out that window, Vino spinning the wheel
I'm dripping venom, my tongue cut, deliver the kill
X-Rated, I'm untouched, an amazing aesthetic
I don't bang, or touch drugs
I'd rather be macking
My catalogue is constantly stacking
Who working harder than me?
Quick to slaughter a beat
Might fuck around and drop Double Up Pt. 3
I miss them days at Redan, we was passing the heat
Police came tripping, had me stashing the weed
And these days, living really isn't for the weak
They found another body right where my sister sleeps
So, every time I leave, my mama kiss me on the cheek
Niggas robbing your deposits, better tuck it in your jeans
Im glad my homie had his pistol on his side
'Cause if he didn't that day, my brother could've died
Twisted and sick, I'm so tired of this

My ex-chick rolled a spliff when the homie got hit
We still talk every now and then, but yeah, shit's different
We was living in the same crib, but now we distant
I been staying efficient, adding flavor to dishes
Country nigga, Ms. Michelle would always take me fishing
Always tell me, work hard and stack my digits
I know you smell it man, always blowing the fog
Down in Polk County dodging the law...

[Outro]