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 shit, brand new day I can see it through these gold frames And gang gang got platinum teeth 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 kill our own and then we reload and repeat Typical shit 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 All I wanted was a gold chain Gold, gold, gold, gold