Gold
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
I desire
What I require
Preaching to the choir
Please be quiet
A lot of shit I Admire
But I be getting Tired
So tired Of the Liars
So tired of the tyrants
It's all heard thru the wire
Trial by fire
Ima tiger, no fear for lions
Bitch, why you lying
Don't be frightened
By the shining
Ima Diamond
In the rough, tough luck
I love showing love
Come fuck with us
Don't fuck it up
You all got me fucked up
I'm On the up and up.
Uppercuts, how many lumps
Eat this sucker punch, bitch, nigga what's for lunch
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
She said she so sick of me
She don't like my history
Baby so if that's the case
why don't you just get rid of me
Over there she know it ain't that safe
so why belittle me
put my babies all up on her face
She see the kid in me
I got no patience I'm not waiting
scat be packed masked up like Jason
grade like Tracy save me baby
Love that bitch but she so crazy
That's toxic oh stop it
It's nice outside let's drop it
Top flip brains got gone no logic
If I go guarantee a nigga gone
I hit the road then I DND my phone
Type of nigga count it on his own
So when I go guarantee that I'm gone
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
Put that shit in sport mode, and now I'm speeding
A frequent delinquent
Cant you see it
I got my reasons
I've been weakened
Put on defense
So it's the season
To release my demons
If it ain't real love
You can keep it
No cheapness
I feel everything the deepest
Listen while I'm speaking
Shut up while I'm thinkin
I'm not myself when I'm fiendish
Being myself, ain't easy
Living to be decent
Still labeled as a heathen
I write shit bout life shit
No hype shit
I really don't give a fuck if you all don't like it
Driving wit no license
No guidance
Top mileage
Slide my whip So violent
Sometimes I feel like dying
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
I desire
What I require
Preaching to the choir
Please be quiet
A lot of shit I Admire
But I be getting Tired
So tired Of the Liars
So tired of the tyrants
It's all heard thru the wire
Trial by fire
Ima tiger, no fear for lions
Bitch, why you lying
Don't be frightened
By the shining
Ima Diamond
In the rough, tough luck
I love showing love
Come fuck with us
Don't fuck it up
You all got me fucked up
I'm On the up and up.
Uppercuts, how many lumps
Eat this sucker punch, bitch, nigga what's for lunch
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
She said she so sick of me
She don't like my history
Baby so if that's the case
why don't you just get rid of me
Over there she know it ain't that safe
so why belittle me
put my babies all up on her face
She see the kid in me
I got no patience I'm not waiting
scat be packed masked up like Jason
grade like Tracy save me baby
Love that bitch but she so crazy
That's toxic oh stop it
It's nice outside let's drop it
Top flip brains got gone no logic
If I go guarantee a nigga gone
I hit the road then I DND my phone
Type of nigga count it on his own
So when I go guarantee that I'm gone
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
Put that shit in sport mode, and now I'm speeding
A frequent delinquent
Cant you see it
I got my reasons
I've been weakened
Put on defense
So it's the season
To release my demons
If it ain't real love
You can keep it
No cheapness
I feel everything the deepest
Listen while I'm speaking
Shut up while I'm thinkin
I'm not myself when I'm fiendish
Being myself, ain't easy
Living to be decent
Still labeled as a heathen
I write shit bout life shit
No hype shit
I really don't give a fuck if you all don't like it
Driving wit no license
No guidance
Top mileage
Slide my whip So violent
Sometimes I feel like dying
Gold round my throat
I'm owed what I want
Know what I know
I'm Cold to the bone
Put that shit in sport mode
Just to see how fast it go
And then I'm gone
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Writer(s): Shaun Wormley
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