Gold G - So What (feat. Dr3amb3ing)

True
Gold
Out for heads
Make you wish that you was dead, on me
Fuck the feds if they comin for my bread, gon flee
I got love in my heart why they tryna play me
And I'm tryna keep it calm but that boy go crazy
Maybe they think they savage
Words aint as loud as your actions
They steady thinking what happens
If i get pushed to the max again
I'm, too humble, too quiet
Trying not to be violent
Cus if I gotta let go then the devil be looking for me
Lately
I been feeling like killing the game
And when I paint that pretty picture I just never refrain
Cus when I'm spittin this shit
They complimenting this, bitch
I know you bored of life
Don't ever rap you aint a real spitter
And I'm so damn tired, still I cant sleep
Maybe something's watching me
Shit too hard keep it on repeat
Daily say please god take me
But I aint no bitch
Imma go crazy
Imma kill this shit
And they gon pay me
Get off my dick
Get outcho seat
Move your motherfucking feet bitch

When the lights don't shine
Money on my mind
Debit card declined
But I'm like So What
When the lights don't shine
Money on my mind
Debit card declined
But I'm like So What
When the lights don't shine
Money on my mind
Debit card declined
But I'm like So What
When the lights don't shine
Money on my mind
Debit card declined
But I'm like So What
But I'm like So What
But I'm like So What
But I'm like So What

Bitch I came to kill
Too real to ride a wave, I'm underrated still
On my momma I'm the realest
Only way that imma feel
They tryna corner me
Man why they wanna label everything
I'm just a human that happen to rap and murder everything
Came to kill
Rest in peace to Mac
Shoutout to the squad
Hope that we prosper forever
No more thoughts of suicide
And that's a lie
But I couldn't ever do it thanking God
Cus i been blessing your eardrums
Motherfuckers better ride
Came to kill
Smoking to this joint
Going over heads
Vertigo because they miss the point
Holding onto dread
Put your hands up it's no regrets
Take too long to move you dead
Thinking they all hate on you brother it's all in your head
Came to kill
Kill the ego
And kill the people
And fuck your pride
It ain't nice to meet you
If you ain't real
It ain't hard to tell
I don't take 2 L's
I don't rock the bells
Bet you still get rocked
Bet your bell get rung
Make it hard to walk, stumble like you're drunk
On my way to the top
Man I'll prolly jump
Tell me how can I stop
If I ain't even begun

Written by:
Giancarlo Guerrero

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