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stl gld - gld iii lyrics

[verse 1: moe pope]
i was raised in a concrete box
but i might watch you get busted open
fathers don’t bother with these kids
just might never see the ocean
whiskey is how i’m coping, makes me feel like rambo
daddy had a lean he used to like to tip his cane though, but
momma had a brand new bag though but
me and my addicting rags though
gold chain hang (upon?) dg was gold (upon?) the handle
and it swings back and forth
lost it in (?)
was it for the child support or just to buy another?
source of her beauty
without it she think we don’t love her
like her haircut
like my poppa used to like to watch them girls
throwin’ dollas at their feet, felt like he was champ of the world
they take their money raising babies like it’s diamonds and pearls and
these days i’m hurlin’ the words and makin’ burns(?) on
they can learn on, i can learn on
the earth is turnin, the tiki torch is burnin, and
i’m concerned with the world i’m in
i’m thinkin this blurrin a vision of(?)
i’m paintin a whole other visual
where the hatred? it’s invisible
ride along with these bills, yo
mama had a brand new bag though
my sister had the gold bangles
made them forget they in shambles
all i wanted was a gold chain
you know, something pretty i can dangle
and it swings back and forth
shiny and it hangs low
gold watch, gold rings, i promise i’ll be thankful
i see at a whole different angle
there is just no bankroll
it’s pitiful, i feel like a broke individual
strange but, i think that it’s (money man(?))
cause we just enough had a (money man(?))
i stay in place like the (money man(?))
same sh-t, brand new day
i can see it through these gold frames
and gang gang got platinum t–th
made them feel like they were runnin’ the street
at the top and everybody beneath
at the pinnacle where noone can reach
i had holes in my cleats
got no money, ain’t got nothin to eat
selling things that made me run from police
seems like, all the want is my defeat
my people, we k!ll our own and then we reload and repeat
typical sh-t that you heard of
my story ain’t that unique
most of my friends are deceased, please, please, please
now i’m on the block i heard the shots and oh my god i think that i am leaking
i heard them sirens screaming
murder was on the weekend
everybody was weeping
they don’t want me to leave them
but momma had a brand new bag, though
me and my addicting rags, though
gold chain hang (upon?) dg was gold on the handle
and it swings back and forth
lost it in (?)
was it for the child support or just to buy another?

[verse 2: ?]
all i wanted was a gold chain

all i wanted was a gold chain

gold, gold, gold, gold

- stl gld lyrics

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