You know the one thing i notice about critics man?
You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan
Cause fucking imagination is my thing,
Light skinned women, all sex everything
Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit
His urn was silver with his name gold plated,
Don't want to be the king
Finding that silver lining
Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/
I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer
(silver spoon anyone?)
So keep fronting till my peeps come
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,
I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends
Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends
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