Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold on Black, artist - Azizi Gibson. Album song Ghost in the Shell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prehistoric
Song language: English
Gold on Black |
I used to roll dice with them older fools |
The one’s that said «fuck school» and that drugs rule |
Now look at me, I fuck hoes and drink booze and watch law and order |
Like nigga fuck a blues clues |
No bullshit, but wasn’t it like yesterday |
When I was rapping on the block, talking bout better days |
Like…(inhale) I wish we was getting paid |
Real shit, nigga pH till the fucking grave |
Prehistoric, bitch, even in the fucking game |
Your just mad niggas don’t even know your fucking name |
You can rock your name big as shit on a fake chain |
That just shows that you’re lame. |
What do you gain? |
God, Z, yeah i go by two names |
Speak English for a life, fuck is you saying? |
Dried up fruits, what are you, raisins? |
Boy I’m too faded, I need two ladies |
Okay, Azizi on the mic though |
Had to say it twice for them hoes that just don’t know |
I’m draggin/dragon in the vans, I should go by Komodo |
I say dope shit, don’t choke on your Ho-Ho |
Wait till I start telling stories bout my life though |
That’s something niggas should all stick around for |
(They got) Lions, and tigers, and bears. |
Oh my! |
A bunch of bails of weed, oh my God, we’re getting high! |
Hello, welcome to my palace |
Where my niggas got swag, we don’t even pay a stylist |
We too turnt up, better hope we don’t get violent |
Everything we do is hot, give a fuck about the climate |
Better watch it, better yet time it |
And if he think he hot, let my niggas go remind him |
We already see it, no point of hiding (Azizi Gibson, bitch!) |
And if you want to be like that, die bitch |
Fake niggas trynna sip up on my bubbly |
Say they knew me from the past, they ain’t friends with Z |
But knowing me I treat them like their enemies |
If she want another chance, say get on her knees |
Call me king, bitch please |
Then I flee with the speed of a jet ski |
Gretzky Wayne/weighing in on the rap heat |
Duck feet. |
You a doctor or a quack G? |
Elevated cause I’m smoking kush, reading books |
Trynna get smarter, stealing knowledge, I’m a real crook |
Should change the game, but I’m chilling like a G should |
Wait, hold up… shit, I meant to say Z should |
Tsunami rap library, I’m a fucking flood |
Hallucinate my ass, I’m a real drug |
God damn! |
You real dumb |
But come over if you want some |