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vic3 - the gold lyrics

[hook]x2
can you fight
can you keep on breathing
can you see how the shadows lurk but never speaking
how the cold hide as soon as sun start to peaking
menacing with the lies
medicing for the crime

[bridge]
if the peach tree city never impeached streets
if the dc city never did see streets
cali grown, yea the kids that think that they grown
miami airport never import them kids
would a nigga even rap

[verse]
i been on my own since a nigga been 4 & shit
i been feeling grown since i seen my dad leave & shit
i been on these poems since a younging stopped talking to my fam & shit
presidents haunting me in my sleep & shit
land of the free more like land of the dreams
i ain’t tryna be another nigga just smoking trees
i’m tryna be the best that i ever coulda been
make my momma smile like she never did
take over the world but i feel just a kid
when life gets you drunk know i blackout in the pen
independent thinking only how you conquer sin
ana in my choir, know she blessed the d-ck
got a team full of dimmas, stretch to commas
old one meet the bin
new ones meet the sin
when they vice is open know i’m charging going in
dancing with the devil and took 2 steps left
why my pockets only got like 2 cents left
my team and my circle got like 2 guys left
22 reasons get strap & let it hang to the f-cking left

[hook]x1
can you fight
can you keep on breathing
can you see how the shadows lurk but never be speaking
how the cold hide as soon as sun start to peaking
menacing with the lies
medicin for the crime

[verse]
when i smoke near the mirror know that i can see through ya
the choppa singing hope my brother not part of the choir
motherf-ck a liar
momma told me how to spot a coward
when you spot him all he do is cower cower
kawasaki, neighbor put me on that manga
and when i’m on her
hear her moan her mona lisa
and it’s backwoods for my f-cking refer
only smoke king kunta nigga

never fall up off my shit f-ck a gravity
and the way i see is the way a nigga juggling dreams
i been 17 selling niggas gasoline
homeboy out in cali almost started selling beans
ain’t from no beans, but my hook is clean
the hood love trees, like humanities
weed man move bricks, that’s constructing peace
dope boy move 3, that’s a recipe

homie rest in peace

- vic3 lyrics

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