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thunderplump! - rose gold lyrics

[verse 1: robbin dinero]
welcome to the south bronx, yeah that’s where we livin’
home to the cats and them bodegas that our people rentin’
from out the city, then it’s best you pay attention
leaves blowing from the trees like we in the village
naruto flows, beats is rhymin’ for the soul
as you leave and have you fienin’ for another bowl
keep his feet cleaned underneath the totem pole
tryna go for three investing in a block of gold
robin hood knew wise, he was for the folks
clutch recitings didn’t even have enough of rope
coppin’ pleas, have a better chance of going down to see the pope
he gave my main cuz a cup of hope
ain’t a joke, when you see that notice of eviction
time to get the seats bloodied up, pulp fiction
hit the curb around 5, going for a drive
main question is, if you really down to ride
that’s the introduction, here’s the way the story go
blending in with white collars like an oreo
make my way from downtown to the studio
tryna play my cards right like its yu+gi+oh
calling bluffs too well gotta keep us guarded
silly rapper caught the setup from my trap card
like why the snappy headed kid gotta sell a dope magician drawing
man these n+ggas don’t know what we on
cut the rope, but still man we ain’t even with the height
william’s the great grand name, get it right
altercations cause frustrations ending with your life
throwing sh+t before you in the room, black dynamite
lil’ mami sent a text, saying i’m her type
change the mindset, she wasn’t messing my height
swimming bridges, so i guess another dolo night
no more matches and i ran out of my tinder swipes
but this single life been treating me well
when your soon to excel, do his wire like you string a bell
hbo wouldn’t televise this fellow
but tell em’ cut the cheque for that man dave chapelle show
money and everything, still we need it though
from them wall street cats to the tweaker hoes
jeez, things we doing for the cream
american dream scene ain’t always what it seem
yeah, american dream scene ain’t always what it seem
american dream scene ain’t always what it seem
[verse 2: robbin dinero]
her people ready for war
ain’t no way you tryna settle the score
keep you up in the first half and down in the fourth
the rap game is in a fascist state
the man is waiting so grab a hand and tag along with our plans
with the greats, but pardon
but pardon me the way i’m on this beat is lost to me
this fierce monatomy could f+ck around and pierce an artery
remarkably, one of the best to exist
monastic to the craft, and never rolling with 6
luke skywalker, with the force on the phone of [?]
been my own author with the cheapie and the bottle of water
the type of slaughter make liam neeson protect his daughter
wish that n+gga would, she told him everything i taught her
got me rapping as a villain again, the anti+hero
hated, but love it to see him win, feel invincible like i’m the man
dna is sonograms, when i know tip
we rolling thunders like we van damme
i’m here with insight and we rockin’ the mic like freeway and beanie
attitude adjusting n+ggas can’t see me
they getting a smackdown like friday night
can only give it to y’all raw that’s the way i write, for real
if anybody got a problem with it face facts
when you lace a track and a beat
we leave them sp+ces thats a given
melted on wax and get to spinning
just another tale of how we living, leave the uppity livid
in the place to be, south bx, we’re the sight to see
milly while i’m young is the destiny
peace got nippy had the recipe
word on the streets no sesame is
how i get these n+ggas so mad at me
main cause of black death, jealousy
hatin’ ass folks like empathy
in the place to be, south bx, we’re the sight to see
milly while i’m young is the destiny
peace got to nippy had the recipe
no sesame
how i get these n+ggas so mad at me
main cause of black death jealousy
hatin’ ass folks like empathy
place to be, south bx, we’re the sight to see
milly while i’m young is the destiny
peace got to nippy had the recipe
no sesame
how i get these n+ggas so mad at me
main cause of black death jealousy
hatin’ ass folks like empathy

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