trans am you living dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean, when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean, life for riches, gold diggas havin
town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole thing turn to gold
favour Had to get a mansion without the neighbours I aint meaning no bad shit When I say they don't have a dime And I aint meaning no Gold watch when
it out, yo) Now since I've came in the game, money and fame, I love it But whoever thought I'd wake up one mornin' with no budget It's Cardi the golden
show Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state
since You duckin', suckin', motherfuckin' cold-hearted faggot Sperm germs on your worm disintegrated maggots Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot Phony gold
he's not practicing Jim Crow or addressin' some nympho bimbo. He's playing Ray J, the old tape. Doom, well, what can I say like JJ in a gold cape. Villain
for a kindred soul, Someone to rely upon We disconnected and Heaven sent Sheltered in dead air, Hidden everywhere II. The Wrong Host The sky lights up above
the racist diplomacy Of the Church and the State Manifest destiny Manifest destiny The Church must be rich With all that gold But they'll never return
sharks and the Chardonnay In California, in California Golden state, I'm back in the golden state Golden state of mind Golden state, I'm back in the golden state Golden state
he love disgrace Denies that he's tellin' a lie lookin' right in his mother's face Can't reside, in his brother's states but out ridin' on dub's he take What's hidin' above
star, but you've got me all burnt out. do you remember when all we had to do was move and grin? And we grew, choosing the golden path. They don't tell
, hold spots, trapped in the road block Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running from old cops Mf: the whole shots, cold plots, babylon's gold pot Dt: loan
hear With only the howl of a timber wolf and you camped there in the cold A half-dead thing in the stark dead world clean mad for the muck called gold
HEAR; With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold, A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold
for mils I'm prayin' In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait, De life ain't great, But's better than the jobs from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q
niggaz causin pandemonium cottonmouth bustin tracks from kid kreation me and t he artists who performed the hardest collaberations born and raised in the golden state