Gold

Mmm yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Who really with me
Cause I'm kind of tipsy
Shawty like it rough got hickeys yeah
Let me just bust on them titties yeah
I'm a diamond in the rough in my city yeah
And y'all niggas ain't fucking with me, no
Been working too hard in the studio
All the bad energy can't stunt my growth
Now I got something to show
Cause I'm on my own
Everyday on the road
And it's winner go home
Need my cash before the show or ain't going on
Everything I touch just turn to gold
Cause my team is strong yeah
I need that green before we talk about your dreams my nigga
You the weakest link
I need you to see the bigger picture
How you posed to blow up if nobody shows up
Or show love shit
But you wouldn't listen if I told ya
You acting like a victim
I'm a soldier
My flows to sick like ebola
Cause listen to the chip on my shoulder



Credits
Writer(s): Josuaa Jacobs
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