Maya Huyana - Gold

Physically present, soul's barely breathin'
I saw my angel Mike Tyson a demon
Former ex-slave been searchin' for freedom
My nigga been bitchin, I think I might leave him
Set sail North my ship been sinkin'
Lint in my pockets got me re-thinkin
Goons have u gaspin' like fat niggas breathin
Raps will entrap you its clappin' back season
Best show respect like your OG's is speakin
These niggas ho's and they rhymes misleadin
Redundant and borin like mid mornin meetings
You not fuckin w me like relative semen
Don't think u can beat me, that thought best be flee-tin
Your team all asleep we awake and we're scheming
Making real music cuz the universe needs it
Decided to give out the gold that we been keepin
Lower frequencies
They feel like they have to steal, and hog it from me
Exporting anyone to get it
But everyone deserves their fair share of
Health, mineral wealth, and happiness
Gold links, gold chains, gold watch
Cross sea's we trade gold blocks
White man, he trade them stocks
But black man, he dodge rain drops
Bad-mon, outlined in chalk
Rude Boy, he tote that glock
So new boy, his heart just stopped
But you boy, stay on your job
Underground for a while, been gold mining
And I'm sorry for the wait, but it's God's timing
But I know you'll appreciate my soul finding
And I know you'll appreciate my goal finding
These gold bar's more than a blessing
These gold bars cured my depression
This element takes me to heaven
My testament, my expression

Written by:
Maya Huyana

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