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letra de in the morning (streets of gold) - kevin1100

(kevin1100)
when you on’ streets of gold, streets of gold/
don’t n-body care whatchu riding on/
but the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome/
…might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
chill with my n-gg-s from around the corner/
reminisce with my homies from my alma matas/
hit a couple licks, split it with my mama/ (with my baby mama)
might spend a little bit on marijuana/
and maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
prolly cop a strap or two you know i’m down to ride/
and maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
prolly cop a strap or two you know i’m down to ride/

girl, i ain’t got no mo’ room in my car for you/
but baby i’ll ride to the bar whichu/
or you and yo friends meet me my friends/
…at my homeboy’s barbecue/
see plenty hoes fine, i’on fall for that/
they told me to call, but never call me back/
“but this brazilian weave,” i’m too raw for that/
and now i gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods/
livin’ life like every n-gg- should/
she met me as a boy – i became a man/
gotta understand a young n-gg- on a mission ain’t quittin/
all she need is love, not sex & drugs/
all she want is a man, but every n-gg-s a thug…and at the end of the day/
…she just another woman i love/
and she love me back/
i got sisters from the same mister/
a momma who don’t like drama/
a granny who ain’t even know i was rappin/
or thinking bout trappin, i’ll do what i can for my fam/
even clapping at n-gg-s who don’t understand/
there’s a law that we live by/
a code we be keeping/
i hope you ain’t sleeping, they counting the sheep/
they watchin tv…these n-gg-s ain’t listened to me/

when you on’ streets of gold, streets of gold/
don’t n-body care whatchu riding on/
but the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome/
…might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
chill with my n-gg-s from around the corner/
reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/
hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama/
might spend a little bit on marijuana/
and baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
prolly cop a strap or two you know i’m down to ride/
and baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
prolly cop a strap or two you know i’m down to ride/

maybe we should, put another l in the air…/
for the n-gg-s dumping sh-lls from them gl-ss houses…./
put another l in the air…/
for the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses/
and if you don’t smoke, get high off life/
n-gg-, p-ss the peace, i’m tryn’a spark the light/
write it down and spit it in the mic/
play it back. see what it sound like, and that’s loud right/
because, they say that time is money, it’s calling, you don’t listen/
gold and glitter glisten, but n-gg-s don’t know difference/
lob a couple bullets, live lawless/
or be a victim of another n-gg- getting it in when on his mission/
so i’ma spend this money till i’m satisfied/
i know it ain’t real, but i still fantasize/
of stacking dead prez, while i’m still alive/
we ain’t never ever gonna die, or be victimized/
rather be chillin, could be working, but i rather relax/
time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm/
define the system when i’m rippin these tracks/
and divine wisdom keep earth intact/
and no reversing that/

even when you on streets of gold, streets of gold/
don’t n-body care whatchu riding on/
but the wheels are chrome/ (the wheels are chrome)
…might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
chill with my n-gg-s from around the corner/
reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/
hit a couple licks, for my baby mama/
might spend a little bit on marijuana/
and if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
prolly cop a strap or two you know i’m down to ride/
and if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die/
living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
money on the rise and we f-ck sometimes/

i just be rappin’ what is happenin’/
evoking old emotions sometimes/
i spit my mind so f-ck my job ya’ll can have this shit/
i’ll build my own establishment/
and buya whole buncha all that lavish shit/
that i ain’t even had to get/
and i hope i don’t die today/
too much shit i got to do, i got to find a way/
only getting high just to get away/
only getting high just to get away/
and i hope i don’t die today/
too much shit i got to do, i got to find a way/
only getting high just to get away/
only getting high just to get away/
and i hope i don’t die today/
too much shit i got to do, i got to find a way/
only getting high just to get away/
only getting high just to get away/
and i hope i don’t die today/
too much shit i got to do, i got to find a way/
only getting high just to get away/
only getting high just to get away/

- kevin1100

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