‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
And only one silver chain to be flashing.
And i drop top off in a hot cold
Only seen family a few like gold
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
But for long time i had gone cold
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
Cant take meds without pigs in your head,
Before she fuck with ya head
You got pets? me too: mine are dead
And i be talking about me, i do this
They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice
And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
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