Well rick james, maury jane
They hold it down like a ball and chain
I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again
Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain
No swing and a miss shit,
Bet i'm heavy with that
Is a space that now you hold
But like the diamonds and gold
I mean of course just the same old
Spiritual, fool's gold
On this disorder pull the cord or swing
Plus big truckin too it's nothing
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
The truth shall be told
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