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letra de pieces of gold - bobby james

[verse 1: bobby james]
i’m from the southside, everybody wanna be a millionaire
a million ways, a million views, already a million there
my mentality tally on locality
vocab elaborately, ghetto university
they call us ratchet, cops’ll call for back up
back up, semi-automatic blasting
n-gg-s what’s poppin’? n-gg- what’s crackin’?
leave you wrapped in casket
jesus pieces keep the peace
you reach for piece, they’ll peace you up
bullet pieces leavin’ you in pieces, please don’t try your luck
tried to keep the peace, capeesh?
yo momma pick them pieces up
piece of gold, piece of us
my peace of mind is peace enough
fiends and addicts, drug dealers be acrobatic
balancin’ the work like balance beam, anti-climatic
yeah we gotta we have it, gotta habit
got the talent but ain’t movin’, movin’ backwards
it don’t matter, focused on glamour rather than grammar
we diamonds in the rough, diamonds you can touch
the whole hood shinin’, come get a better look (uh)

[hook: bobby james & king mez]
pieces of gold and they fallin’, like it’s autumn
yeah, pieces of gold and they fallin’ (uh), like it’s autumn
yeah, my n-gg-
pieces of gold and they fallin’, n-gg-, like it’s autumn
yeah, pieces of gold and they fallin’ (uh), like it’s autumn

[verse 2: king mez]
i’m from the southside, everybody wanna be a millionaire
chastain, brandywood, n-gg- probably sharpen the sk!ll in there
had fist fight at barbecue, saw a n-gg- pull a gun finna k!ll in there
first time a girl ever let me hit, fell in love with the way that the feeling there
made baltimore my second home and the devil know why
21 shootings in a weekend, many burial plots
they say when you conscious you can’t reach the m-sses, tell them to stop
them n-gg-s like aluminum foil, they never get hot
but be tellin’ me how to handle mine
n-gg-s stay tryna give advice who ain’t made it
i answer like master p (n-gg-)
nah nah nah, nah nah nah
n-gg-s be fakin’ like they hood
why you lie? why you lie?
i’ll trade you the murdered family members for the mom and pop and the 9 to 5, bruh
nah i ain’t perfect, but i promise y’all i’m tryna strive
keep god in my heart and never stop every hour that i’m alive
try to p-ss on information i was deprived, hope y’all survive
make kings and queens ’til we reach the goal
it’s a little bit of gold in every soul
and that’s real

- bobby james

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