Golden Rule

These circuits don't connect on loving
They love to get money and love to get bussin yeah
My city too cold for sun
And I got some new homies that came in from London yeah
We moving too fast for the quickies
If you say you love me then rock with me slowly yeah
My people don't mess with no phonies
If you got problem it's fuck you, you owe me yeah

Please, we running these streets
See, how we move and creep
Leave? You got in too deep
P's, we watching our q's and p's

Watching, cuz they get to stalking yeah
Glock and, took it out my pocket yeah
Stop it, they trying to block it yeah
'Cuz I'm locked in, I got options, dollas dropping like

Run it up, run it up
I got somebody to count it up
I put the extra in Canada
Taxes evading my manager

Count it up, count it up
We can't be fainting when counting up
Ops they be testing my stamina
They know I ain't too big a fan of ya

These circuits don't connect on loving
They love to get money and love to get bussin yeah
My city too cold for sun
And I got some new homies that came in from London yeah
We moving too fast for the quickies
If you say you love me then rock with me slowly yeah
My people don't mess with no phonies
If you got problem it's fuck you, you owe me yeah

Please, we running these streets
See, how we move and creep
Leave? You got in too deep
P's, we watching our q's and p's

Clayto and D.G. they told me
I could make it big so I don't needa rush
They the real homies
I knew some old g's that would throw me right under the bus
My old bitch told me she loved me
Then told me to fuck off was down on my luck
Didn't know pressure 'fore pressure came in
And I made out like diamonds in rough

Now I run it up
I got somebody to count it up
I put the extra in Canada
Taxes evading my manager

And we count it up, count it up
We can't be fainting when counting up
Ops they be testing my stamina
They know I ain't too big a fan of ya



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Writer(s): J. Paris
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