black dre – soul of gold lyrics
she saying i’m a god, how could i disagree?
you ain’t say my name how is you dissing me?
& every shot you never take another miss to me
i put my rabbit in the hat, she’s just another trick to me
talk about my watch so much i think he sick of me
being arrogant dog just so the b-tches see
you ain’t my main jawn tell me why you kissing me
i thought i told you n-ggas, “this ain’t built on sympathy.”
my spanish b-tches call me papi, every week i’m at hibachi
shaking hands with every chef
this is true success
my new shorty kylie jenner like
eat the p-ssy that’s dinner like
excuse me i had to get my pimpin’ right
yeah
ain’t no shame in my game
young bron’ james of my lane
n-ggas acting like they never seen a watch from spain
aaron hernandez n-ggas cause they all wanna hang
woah!
i drop a few secrets homie this is real
animosity, disrespect, that’s how you feel?
all the times i helped you n-ggas with your re up
at the dice game dog, who you told you put a g up?
a king don’t ever dwell on the deeds he do for people
cuz when the scales don’t weigh out they say it’s equal
i used to be the golden boy, money made me evil
shot a movie with your b-tch, her friend coming for the sequel
yo dame they got me talking my sh-t
doc rivers interior atlanta hawkin’ the whip
and this ain’t rapping this is bragging, this is silk up on this fabric
being positive can k!ll you, it ain’t easy being magic
it ain’t easy when you’re special dog and everyone is average
it ain’t easy playing broke when on the low you just been stacking
it ain’t easy with a pocket full of chips you gotta cash in
type of numbers make accountant’s do them backflips
bank account zero, zero, o’d up
can’t trust a soul gotta switch the pin codes up
crazy, i still that ring money for my old love
i know she looking at me like d-mn that n-gga glo’d up
s-x symbol
numbers with the $ symbol
told my homie i think shorty put the hex in you
never trust em, relationships we never rush em
that’s my little shorty dog, but i never f-cked her
keep a g for me, i’ll keep it g for you
i don’t smoke too much but hit the weed for you
cuz you know them people change like them seasons do
and if the cut is deep enough i will bleed for you
i’m the prophet, this the gospel
this ain’t baptist or pentecostal
this is jesus christ inside a brothel
i kept g from the rip ain’t it crazy how they get?
they cutting ties like it’s not you
the same ones that be tying the knot
it’s ironic, know some n-ggas who would die for my spot
it gotta be a true story if there’s lies in the plot
pay attention dog you know the truth lies in the plot
they’ll tell you my failures before they say successes
i’ll tell you bout the times i was feelin’ neglected
pops died dog he left me a car and a necklace
never paid child support but f-ck it i gotta respect it
& g’s don’t die they only multiply
we only get even we go against the odds
i’m tryna get paid, cuz we was tired gettin’ by
bagged two chicks dog and i’m just tryna get em bi
spain for the wristw-tch then the death and taxes
feel the world shake can you hear the madness
ain’t it crazy went from sleeping on the air mattress
now i’m freaking college graduates that do not come with baggage
black
you got it
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