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gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold,
gold around my neck
gold around my neck, i need gold around my neck

gold around my neck, i need gold around my neck
gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold,
gold around my neck
gold on all my fingers and gold on all my t++th
gold around my neck, i need gold to hit the streets

i gotta train my neck for all the gold that i′ll be wearing
i’m headed for the top, look up, the roof is tearing
i′m a student of the game of hiphop
i been preparing
stay the course, no remorse, no more pit stops, mclaren

i need a rope around my neck like i’m suicidal
f+ck a star, the moon is rising, my wave is super tidal
the future’s right now
ain′t no stopping time
i been scheming and plotting to get my spot at spotify

my lot in life′s what i decide, never up for debate or sh+t
i got a lot to accomplish before i start raising kids
on my way to paper clips, working the late night shift
in the studio making hits til one day you’ll play my sh+t

tonight i′m gonna type til my fingertips bleed
til my head falls on the table bangin’ to the beat
this is war, no gas, still supplying winter with the heat
til they singin my songs in the innercity streets

gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold,
gold around my neck
gold around my neck, i need gold around my neck
gold around my neck, i need gold around my neck
gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold,
gold around my neck
gold on all my fingers and gold on all my t++th
gold around my neck, i need gold to hit the streets

my style is way too wavy, baby, it′s like i’m writing cursive
like i′m surfin’, ridin’, swervin′, my god, this might be perfect
i′m sn+tchin’ the game from oversea like i′m sn+tchin’ purses
but before you get nervous, let me bust it for my germans

will gold um meinen hals, bleib dran, bis hundert ketten rasseln
geschmeide so dope, steine so groß + darunter kellerasseln
in der fresse fabergé, sobald ich pop wie eine kesslerflasche
mit ′nem kiefer voller bling bling kann man als letzter lachen

ich schreib meine zeilen, während eure freundinnen mein vesper packen
ich muss euch auf die finger klopfen, wollt ihr vom teller naschen
rapper hassen, doch wacke lappen können es nicht besser machen
ich geb nachhilfe! das hier nennt sich extraklasse!

kenn das game wie meine westentasche
meine zunge ist ein wespenstachel
wenn ich spit, muss dein verdeck zuklappen
ich flow ein ganzes becken wasser
meine beats stampfen wie elefanten,
wenn ich die bretter bastel
die 808 klopft als verstopft die ketchupflasche

gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold,
gold around my neck
gold around my neck, i need gold around my neck
gold around my neck, i need gold around my neck
gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold,
gold around my neck
gold on all my fingers and gold on all my t++th
gold around my neck, i need gold to hit the streets

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