Mycol - GOLD (feat. ITHINKITSBBP)

Im in love with myself
I said are you lovin you
Fuckin with the wrong ones
What niggas do
Lonely is the man that knows his worth
Only can be man if you can work
Only slackin when im dressed up
Or half that matter fact i done messed up
Past got a ref whistle blown when the rest up
Work all day now no time to rest up
Sleep when im dead
Matter fact ill sleep while im alive
I prefer that shit instead
I heard life is everlasting
What the fuck is dead
Gold
Said i aint playin gotta old soul just to let you know
Hold strong
Steel sharpen steel on the real gotta build on ya own
Im from the cash rules everything around me, CREAM
Million dollar schemes for a billie and a dream
Last name martin gotta billie in my genes
So either way im feeling like im meant to be a king, chea
Aye boy you you know who it is, stop playin with me
MYCOL betta watch what you sayin to me
Im from the city where they roll and pop a wheelie
Ducking all the goofies don't get caught up looking silly
If you feel me then you gotta sing it with me
If you feel me then you gotta sing it with me
Imma saint from the Lou, tinted paint what it do
55 on the drive ain't no can't in my moves
Got my lady on my side and the bank is the mood
Flip a business buy a house another trade coming soon
I got a lot of light in mine
Buy the block and build a village
We'll be right on time with the paperwork
I just sit back count stacks and let the paper work
I treadmills with these dolla dolla bills ya
Man im playing but im plotting on a mill ya
Flip a hunnid then we turn it to a bill ya
This much greatness really takes patience
Longevity is what i fill my plate with
Music acting modeling my passions
I think it's time we take em back to the basics
Back to us back we come
Lack enough stack it up (My friend)
Daffy duck laugh it up
If you make a fuss back it up (My friend)
What it do how you do
What you doin
Im from the Lou imma do
What im doin
What it do how you do
What you doin
Made of loot make it too
Be for tunin
Im made of Gold
Gold
Said i aint playin gotta old soul just to let you know
Hold strong
Steel sharpen steel on the real gotta build on ya own
Back
Back from once we came
Back to everything we hold true
But to you, you thought it was a game
Nah we ain't playing bout ours
Fr we will break steel and steal our mans from the mill
That's killed too many blacks breaking backs
Just to stack another train on the tracks
See when did feeding yo fam become a crime
I stand for me and mines
No landlines could be more tethered than this wireless connection
You're welcome
And you are now tuned in
To the frequency
Of GOLD

Written by:
Devynn Martin, Greg Fitzpatrick

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