Dean London Swift - gold

One two three, level
Moving way too fast rebel
Take what I want I never settle
Bitch you want it come and get it
Special reason why they let me in
I work intelligent
Short sell all the falls, i win
Profit on your loss, rich

Creative but I'm analytical
With what I'm doing this it critical
Day trade getting physical
Gotta flip for a win for a trip to Japan
This kinda thing ain't centerfold
Get rich quick schemes start selling
When I ain't spending hella dough
Summer went two times to the west
Summerlin, hit it next
Tryna flip a song get it gold

24 years old
This is how the story goes
Two tapes Nine EP's ones gold

I'm standing backstage 3 shows
I'm sitting Broadway front row here we go
Froze all the pros and cons
All except the palms
Won't accept the bronze
Need to step the top
Show you all I got
We aint never stop
Taking all the shots on god

Written by:
Dean Swift

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