Blk Jay - Gold

Give it to us like
The tallest mission
I got the money in
My pocket get us all
From prison
I see my niggas who
Been locked for servin
Smallest cannabis
Take reunion to the
Streets, you know we
All been missing
My niggas rushin wit
The sack, you know
They Aldon Smithin
But now the corporation
Sellin more than
All them niggas
Support them black
Businesses and call up
On them wishin
They made they way
Back on they feet
And if they fall
We grippin
My shorty worried
Bout the world
Cause most or
All indifferent
About the state
Cause In they state
They like the
Tallest image
Or monument
Of bad times.
Like they all was wit em
But shit I know
Who walked away
From what we
Call a sickness
And that’s greed
And We black
And we free
We chose that
And we sing
Cause we clap
Till the mornin
My people know
The rain ain’t comin
Back in the mornin, ay
Black power
Fist in them fros
Jordon logo
On them toes
I can see the
Rain cloud
Packin up to go
World ain’t ready
For another show
Probably why
The gods made our
Skin out of gold
This gold is shinin
This gold is timeless
This gold was chosen
To grip those who kinda
Was fit for the crown
Shit all my
Niggas grippin
The handle to
A fuckin whip
That got the
Windows tinted
And music
Loud enough
To hear from
Disrespectful distance
And in the passenger
A shorty wit
A graceful image
Who cookin
Graceful listen
That’s my dream
Know it’s not
No dr king shit
I’m fightin
For a ring
Where both the
Boxers got they
Seams stitched
Referee
Protecting both
Respect
Seemingly seamless
And the judges
Stay objective
No bad apples
That can swing this
Hear the ding yet
If you hold
The power
That could
Sting quick
Would you
Use that power
For the brothers
That you sing wit
I just want some
Power for the
Brothers that I be wit
To bestow some
Power to the brothers
Chasin after those
Motherfuckin dreams
And We black
And we free
We chose that
And we sing
Cause we clap
Till the mornin
My people know
The rain ain’t comin
Back in the mornin, ay
Black power
Fist in them fros
Jordon logo
On them toes
I can see the
Rain cloud
Packin up to go
World ain’t ready
For another show
Probably why
The gods made our
Skin out of gold
This gold is shinin
This gold is timeless
This gold was chosen
To grip those who kinda
Was fit for the crown
I wasn’t even a
Thought when
The shit was happening
I mean my mother
Wasn’t round when
The king was clapping
And marchin
We seen hundreds
Of them years still
Can’t keep from
Clapping us
Slavery was as
Close as we is
From Saturday
Slapped us in them
Chains and made us
Bleed like you
Mad at me
Fought in a war
To get free, couldn’t
Vote if I made it home
I mean this shit
Is way deeper
Than salary
But we fought
And attacked the beast
My people ain’t
Savages never had to be
Black power fists
In them fros
Probably why
The gods made
Our skin out
Of gold
Cuz this gold is
Shining
This gold
Is timeless
This gold is
Kinda modified
For the ones
Freestylin off
Of the top
Of the dome
Let's go home yeah

Written by:
Johnson Dieujuste

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