Lyrics

Baby I'm ready to go I'm risking it all for the dough Buckle yo' belt and hold on to me tightly But I do this nightly so you don't have nothing to worry 'bout If I behaved tell me how would I grow? And if I was hurting, then how would you know? Oh no, now I'm gone, baby I'm a ghost Holy smokes I'll be fine, 'cause I never fold Head of gold 'till I die but you never know From the Nap but I'm outta town until further notice Hell of a go of it, river been flowing, I'm paving a yellow brick road Every time I think my life isn't worth it And follow the dangerous butterfly body I put in perspective the funeral feeling When I was looking at a human body With a cold face, eyes closed Imagine my momma was lookin' at me Never could do it 'cause I couldn't leave it this way Without ever achieving my dreams Please, never go Paper, won't you pray for me? And follow me Bro let's make a hunned million dollas, b I swear to God I fuckin' swear to God the day is coming In the meantime I own my soul, they won't take it from me, no Yeah and that's the way it goes Heart full of gold, but yo' ass is so far away from home It don't matter if you thinking not or feeling woke Keep that love around you like armor so they can't steal yo' soul Yeah Said that's the way it goes Heart full of gold, but yo' ass is so far away from home It don't matter if you thinking not or feeling woke Keep that love around you like armor so they can't steal yo' soul College ave starter pack: CB94's and a starter hat Big man, Vince Carter jam Hut 1, I'm the quarterback Damn girl, that ass sorta fat Bring it back, I want more of that I miss hanging on the corner back In the Nap where the Double 8 store is at Back when CCMG was cc'ing solid CD's JR was like my brother, I ain't seen my dawg since three weeks Before me and my girl moved out the crib and said let's take a break And that was 6 months ago as I'm writing this, okay okay I think the universe been tryna make me let go Pushing the resilience of my spirit to the threshold How'd I wind up so far away from my girl? I want her back And how'd I wind up so far along from the place my heart is at? Shut it down Shut yo' bitchass up, make this cash How you gon' be sad like a pussy, when you could take this bag? Run it the fuck up or you gon' shut the fuck up Better not do no talking 'less you active homie wassup? I follow bands like groupies out in Chicagoland Back and forth across the border like I carry contraband The pregnant mind full of ideas, so peep the sonogram And profit off my soul power and death, like 2pac's hologram Whoops And that's the way it goes Heart full of gold, but yo' ass is so far away from home It don't matter if you thinking not or feeling woke Keep that love around you like armor so they can't steal yo' soul Yeah Said that's the way it goes Heart full of gold, but yo' ass is so far away from home It don't matter if you thinking not or feeling woke Keep that love around you like armor so they can't steal yo' soul
Writer(s): Will Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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