Lyrics

You can call me Midas You can see his reflection in my iris Golden bias You couldn't figure it with science How I spit the brightest Golden bars lead to blindness So respect your highness For you get tossed to the lions It's heavy armor Hennessy and marihuana fueled The Golden rule Awon drop a lot of jewels AU on the periodic table Ready made No associated labels That realness 18k that old Egyptian Weapon quality my the scientific description The technician my skin glisten With the flakes No costume jewels These fuck niggas are fake I piss Ace I shit nuggets I bust rope nuts My seeds are the golden fruit And all hope what Niggas can't cope with the dope That I release Turned the beast to the riches for the streets now we feast nigga As a descendant of slaves I can't see how a chain Put a nigga in graves Fuck your shackles I'm out for that Trinidad James With a lasso Coming with that lyrical pain Ready to tackle This mutha fucking hip hop game Because these lames stay soft as gelato I'm cold as gazpacho I cook like Gustavo J's toro bravo The color on the homo-cide Scene coincide With this cream getting Capo Y'all counterfeit Metal Alloy and brass Niggaz laugh if you ever try to pawn that for cash My shine will out last your life time bringing back tight rhymes Bout night crimes And niggas who slice dimes 24k in my veins This is my life line Awon Golden Bars equal that price is right sign Make em rewind Wack niggas on the decline In the mean time Your chick Wanna give me behind
Writer(s): Wiggins Antwan Peter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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