And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here
A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high
Then vest em b4 they dress em wit suit and tie
I'll show you there's a few good left that exist
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
Turn money into diamonds and gold
And i drop top off in a hot cold
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/
Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain
And any connotation is viewed many ways
And i got them gold bottles, first place
Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black
And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack
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