Howl's Manor - Gold

Since when did telling the truth make you the one that look weak
Because when I tell the truth I can feel your energy swing
I'm better off lone i'm better off gone i'm better off dolo
Got to watch your fam got to watch your boy don't get Han solo'd
Now watch me keep it solo
I'm a push it right through the end zone
I used to move illegal
But now I move off friend zones
Used to whip the Buick Regal
Steal off like Derek Jeter
Tracksuit
Adidas
Don't get blood all on my tracksuit that's Adidas that's Adidas
I feel like Ip Man I feel like Steven Seagal Steven Seagal
Used to whip the Buick Regal like the white man used to whip
If the white man tries to whip me I back hand him
I pimp
I got black run through my soul bitch I don't walk
I limp
Mix the tracksuit with the Fazos what I look like a lick
Won't let chains rest on my body not my neck and not my wrists
But a nigga still a nigga
Put gold behind my lips
Feel like an animal
Stuck in a snare in a cage have tantrum struck by intangible ammo Shot by a phantom But Deal with the physical manifestations of hate Wait
Weight on my shoulders it's breaks not literally I don't want dirt on my tracksuit
Stripes on my body I feel like an animal but I look more like a road man
Top boy shit like Jamie running this shit no track shoes baby
Kangal hat like 80's Velour fabric hot like hades death is calling no use in waiting
Huh
Keep to myself
Money and bitches they come and they go but drip is forever
Told the lil bitty to show me her titties on FaceTime don't care if her boyfriend was home
Ignorant nigga
Send me the addy i'm doing the hit I ain't hitting the whoa
Knock him off balance
Send him to Jesus and God and Allah and all of them folks
Like huh
Don't get blood all on my tracksuit that's Adidas that's Adidas
I feel like Ip Man I feel like Steven Seagal Steven Seagal
Used to whip the Buick Regal like the white man used to whip
If the white man tries to whip me I back hand him
I pimp
I got black run through my soul bitch I don't walk
I limp
Mix the tracksuit with the Fazos what I look like a lick
Won't let chains rest on my body not my neck and not my wrists
But a nigga still a nigga
Put gold behind my lips

Written by:
Steven Harris

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