The Gold Choir

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1]
I don’t plan to, but I can’t stop
Little brother gone in a [?]
Bitches only roll when ya bands pop
The women don’t go when you stand and watch
Heavy circles like bowlin’ balls
Got super flows, you thought you sold ‘em all?
Nah, I got a gang of ‘em
And I’m well prepared for when the rain a-come
You on my atrium
All these kids, I’m savin’ ‘em
I’m an overlay of an overlay, it’s no tracin’ ‘em
Got blood on my Nikes
Guess nigga’s don’t like me
I’m gettin’ paid, what it might be
Will I fuck wit’ ‘em? That’s unlikely
My young nigga’s screamin’, “Let me buck ‘em”
I’m like, “We gettin’ money, nigga fuck ‘em”
We from the same hood
Guess you don’t wanna see me good
Wanna see me there, right wit’ you, if you could
I put you in the mags, I put you on the screen
I told the world ya past, I showed the world ya dreams
And this the thanks I get?
Surgery, metal plates I get
No matter the fame I get
I was right there till you made the switch

[Chorus]
Lord, can you tell me why these nigga’s down here hatin’?
Maybe it’s the bitches or the money that I’m makin’?
Maybe it’s the cars, do these nigga’s think I’m famous?
But I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” while I’m faded
Yeah I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” ‘cause I made it
Yeah I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” while I’m faded
That shit you nigga’s did, it only proved I’m famous
So I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” ‘ cause I made it

[Verse 2]
I’m too high for your low blows
Book bags wit’ my logo
Inside, I got more souls
You’re all hype, plus no flow
Drum flows like a marchin’ band
I’m way ahead when you start the plan
And with these flows, I could part the see, plus part the land
And, I feel like I’m dreamin’
Maybe it’s all of the shit that I’m seein’?
Maybe it’s all of the deals I’m agreein’?
Maybe it’s all of the bitches I’m meetin’?
Money I’m spendin’, then get it right back
Fresco, he chillin’ he rollin’ a sack
Nigga’s be watchin’, nigga’s be plottin’
But there ain’t nothin’ that’s holdin’ us back
I’d done been to Hell, then I came back
And then I found Heaven, and now I live that
You can’t trust nigga’s, where ya fake friends at?
They was right there when my blood spilt, so we can end that
I get money boy, that’s what you need when you go to war
But I’m a business man, and you can’t fuck up my business man
I get a whole lot of love, didn’t have to sell drugs
But I broke bread wit’ the thugs
Found my way out, now my life rose up

[Chorus]
Lord, can you tell me why these nigga’s down here hatin’?
Maybe it’s the bitches or the money that I’m makin’?
Maybe it’s the cars, do these nigga’s think I’m famous?
But I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” while I’m faded
Yeah I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” ‘cause I made it
Yeah I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” while I’m faded
That shit you nigga’s did, it only proved I’m famous
So I’m screamin’, “Fuck ‘em”
Screamin’, “Fuck ‘em,” ‘ cause I made it