Gold Out West

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Andrew Bigs]
They say my city streets used to be paved in gold
The home of where they used to manufacture Silicon
Big city, still easy to feel alone
Surrounded by wealth, left to wonder why its not my own
They make the iphones across town from battle zones
Where they think government aid can fix a broken home
I've never known what its like to live that life
But I got folks across the street staring fights in broad daylight
Little kids play on they bikes
Down the street from the house that slangs white, maintaining through the night
They say my city streets used to be paved in gold
Now workers laid off and homes foreclosed
This was the illest rhyme i ever wrote
Cause I wrote it in a state of hope
Politicians speeches like a bad joke
Talking about the people but they really about that cash flow
Had to let your ass know

[Hook: Society, Maya Victoria]
Now you know where I'm from (x3)

There's gold out west but not enough for everybody
So somebody's scheming somebody
There's gold out west but not enough for everybody
So somebody's robbing somebody

[Sample]

[Verse 2: Andrew Bigs]
This the place where folks make bills like Bill Gates
Move into private communities and build gates
The land where corporate don't cooperate
Hiding money in swiss banks
Others in section 8 with they bills late
Mansions in the hills, needles in these gutters
We don't see the bigger picture, end up fighting with eachother
I'm in my front yard lighting herb
Hearing pop pop, is it gun shots or fireworks
They say my city streets used to be paved in gold
Now people living in tents with no where to go
It's getting intense, City putting more cops on patrol
Trying to get these violent streets controlled
But really, they only locking up our family and our folks
And I'm stressing yo, Moms receiving eviction notices
While CEOs getting bonuses
They give a fuck about us, they about that cash flow
Now your ass know

[Hook]

[Sample]