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letra de the gold choir - neako

[intro]
yeah
uh

[verse 1]
i don’t plan to, but i can’t stop
little brother gone in a [?]
b-tches only roll when ya bands pop
the women don’t go when you stand and watch
heavy circles like bowlin’ b-lls
got super flows, you thought you sold ‘em all?
nah, i got a gang of ‘em
and i’m well prepared for when the rain a-come
you on my atrium
all these kids, i’m savin’ ‘em
i’m an overlay of an overlay, it’s no tracin’ ‘em
got blood on my nikes
guess n-gga’s don’t like me
i’m gettin’ paid, what it might be
will i f-ck wit’ ‘em? that’s unlikely
my young n-gga’s screamin’, “let me buck ‘em”
i’m like, “we gettin’ money, n-gga f-ck ‘em”
we from the same hood
guess you don’t wanna see me good
wanna see me there, right wit’ you, if you could
i put you in the mags, i put you on the screen
i told the world ya past, i showed the world ya dreams
and this the thanks i get?
surgery, metal plates i get
no matter the fame i get
i was right there till you made the switch

[chorus]
lord, can you tell me why these n-gga’s down here hatin’?
maybe it’s the b-tches or the money that i’m makin’?
maybe it’s the cars, do these n-gga’s think i’m famous?
but i’m screamin’, “f-ck ‘em”
screamin’, “f-ck ‘em,” while i’m faded
yeah i’m screamin’, “f-ck ‘em”
screamin’, “f-ck ‘em,” ‘cause i made it
yeah i’m screamin’, “f-ck ‘em”
screamin’, “f-ck ‘em,” while i’m faded
that sh-t you n-gga’s did, it only proved i’m famous
so i’m screamin’, “f-ck ‘em”
screamin’, “f-ck ‘em,” ‘ cause i made it

[verse 2]
i’m too high for your low blows
book bags wit’ my logo
inside, i got more souls
you’re all hype, plus no flow
drum flows like a marchin’ band
i’m way ahead when you start the plan
and with these flows, i could part the see, plus part the land
and, i feel like i’m dreamin’
maybe it’s all of the sh-t that i’m seein’?
maybe it’s all of the deals i’m agreein’?
maybe it’s all of the b-tches i’m meetin’?
money i’m spendin’, then get it right back
fresco, he chillin’ he rollin’ a sack
n-gga’s be watchin’, n-gga’s be plottin’
but there ain’t nothin’ that’s holdin’ us back
i’d done been to h-ll, then i came back
and then i found heaven, and now i live that
you can’t trust n-gga’s, where ya fake friends at?
they was right there when my blood spilt, so we can end that
i get money boy, that’s what you need when you go to war
but i’m a business man, and you can’t f-ck up my business man
i get a whole lot of love, didn’t have to sell drugs
but i broke bread wit’ the thugs
found my way out, now my life rose up

- neako

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