Bags of Gold
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My first slip was my last wound
Destined to make it since my half moon
I murder shit, the industry's my bathroom
Bills, bitches and Benzes, the rapper's three B's
Now I remember seeing your name when I was snapping CD's
Always the topic of the boss, sneak these
Bubble the profit, can't stop it, weed jars, double R's, sweet keys
I need a blade to shave the ice down on my heart, deep freeze
The finer living gave me suave street dreams, I'm made for winning
Grandma wardrobe stays the bomb, shades on, suede & linen
Let professionals perform, they gone, I play the villain
Revolutionary, flexing my arms for black culture
Take a hit of this, go jump of the roof
You smoke crack, don't ya?
White fatigue crawl on the clip, I'm super strapped, soldier
Album get the world a new clips, recouped and back colder
Save the drama for my commas, I'm greedy still
Take back the little knowledge from my novice
I dream of dollars
This is duffel bags of gold, and diamonds for the soul
Devil tried to pin a nigga down, I'm climbing out the hole
Put the pressure on and watch it take its toll
We done made it out so only the top gon' make me whole
They want to move it slow, but ain't got no control
Everything they had to throw we threw back, we'll never fold
Nigga, getting paper don't get old
Just when you thought it was safe, reload