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vudu - golden chalice lyrics

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(hook)

the baddest of his stature, spit my words in all italics

working like a mothaf+cka, you could see it like a callous

trying not to lose my balance, life for me has been a challenge

smoking in my palace, grippin’ on a golden chalice

(verse 1)

buddy almost lost his life to a young mothaf+cka

let off the clip into a car hitting someone he trusted

in the system doing years ended up in the hundreds

while people working in the streets taking all that he wanted

sh+t gon’ stay f+cked up, they still using arms fighting

they think if they can sell a dub they’ll get as far as i am
i been fighting stress daily, if i feel it start lighting

it’s a rare sight to find me vudu like a dark diamond

like i’m rocky in the cage yelling headshot dead

when i bust yo f+ckin’ top you’ll be seeing the color red

causing issues with your wife you asleep in the other bed

while i’m in the master room under covers enjoying head

i ain’t lying imma hound dog this way i been around dog

got off the porch i made myself a man with ground to stand on

with bills, bucks, we cheese+heads too

got a mill he walking out to new york with his green bay crew

(hook)

the baddest of his stature spit my words in all italics
working like a mothaf+cka see it like a callous

trying not to lose my balance life for me it’s been a challenge

smoking in my palace grippin on a golden chalice

(verse 2)

we been doin this from way back, i’m just tryna explain that

they vibing at our shows while they wonder where your game at

we giving it our all ’til we fall and it fades black

cross my arms, laid to rest, victim of a payback

here i am on stage middle fingers to a title

spit just like an ak load a clip into my rifle

when i get in the mix, send your master in a spiral

i rap and hang my b+lls and show a minute of my life cause
it’s nothin where i’m from to pop and make the pounds sell

i spit a 16 and hook and know the sh+t gon’ sound well

i be up at 7 working while you on the couch still

made a couple hunnid dollars and it’s only bout 12

there ain’t a thing in this life, better than home cooked meals

maybe there’s a couple things that your woman can make me feel

when you get off, sh+t, we both do, we know what’s the deal

we take a shower put your ankles on my shoulders and chill

(hook)

the baddest of his stature spit my words in all italics

working like a mothaf+cka see it like a callous

trying not to lose my balance life for me it’s been a challenge

smoking in my palace grippin on a golden chalice

- vudu lyrics

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