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I been Rocking all this gold like Trinidad/ focused on the bag I gotta get it can’t relax/ I’m just focused on the present not the future or the past/ give these rap thugs a lesson i'm a take your ass to class/ i'm a get up off this earth before I ever turn snitch/ i'm a get you out my circle before you ever turn Bitch/ if the cops wanna talk pretend I never learned shit/ if you talking in em hundreds you ain’t really earned shit/ go straight 8 blocks make a left two times/ go up 6 blocks then turn right on 45/ go straight two blocks then find Parking outside/ I was early bout a hour it was only like nine/ so I rolled up the window and rolled up a trunk/ pulled my Iphone out instrumental gon bump/ note pad app opened up come in clutch/ and I wrote this here song before I finished the blunt, straight facts, on Gawd

I'm gold craving/ soul takin, Bitches dig me excavation/ every word need exclamations/ smoke till I start levitating/ leave a bitch devastated/ my mind filled with hella hatred/ I don’t don’t do the gimmicks I talk facts and keep it hella basic/ you can’t face it i'm the best/ i'm a say it wit my chest/ all gold jewelry on my wrist and on my fucking neck/ smoke till I can’t feel the stress/ make you go from life to death/ your bitch was dancing on last night I had her hella wet

That bitch sucked me for a hour gave me hella neck/ not a shoe collector but I’m getting hella checks/ hand full of rings you could call me Bill Belichick/ way to many hoes to think of ever going celibate/ i got gold in my teeth but you really see the diamonds, you could see em through yo eyelids, that’s how much they really shining/ making paper because I’m grinding/ ops be hiding I can’t find em/ i love to make that paper with the pyramid who be spying

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I got groupies in my DM's who be thirsty for the dick/ I’m too busy making music I can’t send these hoes no pics/ I can’t fuck with no broke Bitch/ Bitch we slide wit pogo sticks/ we gon air our your whole block and let that mothafucka rip/ i got diamonds all on one wrist I got gold up on the other/ i got bitches I be fucking ain’t no way that I would cuff her/ thurl chain Melting off the tennis chain like butter/ and I’m strapped up wit them big ass chops like a hunter