The Gold Choir

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Uh [Verse 1] I don't plan to, but I can't stop Little brother gone in a [?] Bitches only roll when ya bands pop The women don't go when you stand and watch Heavy circles like bowlin' balls Got super flows, you thought you sold 'em all? Nah, I got a gang of 'em And I'm well prepared for when the rain a-come You on my atrium All these kids, I'm savin' 'em I'm an overlay of an overlay, it's no tracin' 'em Got blood on my Nikes Guess nigga's don't like me I'm gettin' paid, what it might be Will I fuck wit' 'em? That's unlikely My young nigga's screamin', "Let me buck 'em" I'm like, "We gettin' money, nigga fuck 'em" We from the same hood Guess you don't wanna see me good Wanna see me there, right wit' you, if you could I put you in the mags, I put you on the screen I told the world ya past, I showed the world ya dreams And this the thanks I get? Surgery, metal plates I get No matter the fame I get I was right there till you made the switch [Chorus] Lord, can you tell me why these nigga's down here hatin'? Maybe it's the bitches or the money that I'm makin'? Maybe it's the cars, do these nigga's think I'm famous? But I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," while I'm faded Yeah I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," 'cause I made it Yeah I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," while I'm faded That shit you nigga's did, it only proved I'm famous So I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," ' cause I made it [Verse 2] I'm too high for your low blows Book bags wit' my logo Inside, I got more souls You're all hype, plus no flow Drum flows like a marchin' band I'm way ahead when you start the plan And with these flows, I could part the see, plus part the land And, I feel like I'm dreamin' Maybe it's all of the shit that I'm seein'? Maybe it's all of the deals I'm agreein'? Maybe it's all of the bitches I'm meetin'? Money I'm spendin', then get it right back Fresco, he chillin' he rollin' a sack Nigga's be watchin', nigga's be plottin' But there ain't nothin' that's holdin' us back I'd done been to Hell, then I came back And then I found Heaven, and now I live that You can't trust nigga's, where ya fake friends at? They was right there when my blood spilt, so we can end that I get money boy, that's what you need when you go to war But I'm a business man, and you can't fuck up my business man I get a whole lot of love, didn't have to sell drugs But I broke bread wit' the thugs Found my way out, now my life rose up [Chorus] Lord, can you tell me why these nigga's down here hatin'? Maybe it's the bitches or the money that I'm makin'? Maybe it's the cars, do these nigga's think I'm famous? But I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," while I'm faded Yeah I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," 'cause I made it Yeah I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," while I'm faded That shit you nigga's did, it only proved I'm famous So I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em" Screamin', "Fuck 'em," ' cause I made it