Fluent (The Golden Rule)

-V1
Barely had a pot to piss in
Leveled up the hustle nigga now my wrist lit
Got a thang for a thicky thick bitch
If she wanna come through
Nigga let her come through
They gon hate you when you do it this big
Fuck it that's just how the game go
Throw another chain on
Niggas got a problem fuck it I might of that thang go
Let that uzi spazz, You big or you lil mad?
Now that I got you niggas attention
I aim with precision
My lyrical distance ahead of you
Is that of a mission throughout the cosmos
Barely go to church but keep god close
Blessed so errday I'm blessin niggas wit this God flow
Ain't no way that you could be my rival
Stepping over niggas
Mama shoulda named me Ivo
I hope every nigga hatin on me die slow
That way my success is all you see before yo eyes close god knows nigga!

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All I wanted was my paper up
Show them niggas They don't do it like this
Counting money til I'm bleeding from the paper cuts
He can talk it but I bet he ain't fluent like this
Damn! Don't forgot the golden rule
The nigga wit the gold make the rules
Ran outta forks, he whip the magic with the spoon
Ran outta forks, he whip the magic with the spoon

-V2
Damn...game ain't the same nigga
You...tell me who to blame nigga
Neva changed
Since a youngin still the same nigga
Guess I was too old for that Sosodef chain
But it's cool tell Chi-Chi I'm in ATL
They telling me I'm dope enough to package up and sell
Gotta know ya worth so now I'm sitting on a scale
Her Press-Ons glow in the dark so right now alll I see is nails nigga
The engine purr like raja when it take off
I might fuck around and drive the paint off
We ain't cut from the same cloth
You niggas is pleather
Heat turn you pussies to sweater
You ain't made for this weather
My aim is better, '97 Golden Eye
Holes in his shirt til he Polk-a-dot
My American Idols don't sing nigga
Shirt off all summer, bling-bling nigga

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