I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold
Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.
I like a broad that has fashion gold,
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
Only seen family a few like gold
Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
The ear worms in my head,
Cutting me this worthless check
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
Hand to hand in the cold
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