I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea
Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
I'm writing this off my head
You could say i'm friends with fred
I got a watch wit all gold,
Hand to hand in the cold
Once as a slave who imagined being free
I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea
Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea
And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy
Spiritual, fool's gold
Is a space that now you hold
Gold letterman last kings killing shit
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Dutty wine for access, show me your neck
Black clouds circle my weary head
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