I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
After every show, a dream she hold
You gotta go all day for that gold
Fuck a life, murder common sense,
To heaven's door -- shed so many tears
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation
I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel
Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level
I'm getting gold leprechaun
Cause everytime yall come around
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