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• Artiste: Apollo Brown
• Titre: Worth Gold
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Yo, I told these niggas I ain't stoppin' Uh-huh Ché butter queen in this bitch Yeah, uh Yo, since an innocent teen, my environment's Freddy Kreuger Try and live out my dreams, it's a horror scene It's hard tryin' to get us to sleep But with short sleeves? Couldn't see the tricks up my sleeves I had a list of goals, I'm tryin' to figure which plan'll work Depends on your thirst You go to school? Strip scam'll work What's a flood to a fish? What's a gun to a fist? I keep a blade that I use just to cut the tongue of a snitch We take life for granted It take pain sometimes to cherish that We trade the hood for neighborhoods where the whites stare at blacks Come from searchin' in trap houses, defying parents at Enough coke lines on the table to write a paragraph Never talk to snakes, that's what I learned from The Bible But I learned from my idols to earn, work for my title They tell us the sky is the limit, stay on Earth for survival But that's why I'm moon-walking 'Cause I learned that from Michael, uh Yeah, peep the writings that I wrote Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right Uh, from a city full of thieves Turn penny into G's, that's right Uh, peep the writings that I wrote Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right Yeah, from a city full of thieves That's- Uh Yo, I was an innocent teen, knew the difference between Expensive and cheap, paid my dues but I wish it was free They gave me crumbs, I made a meal so my niggas can eat Never settle for gettin' fed, make a position to feed Let's light a match, and see how long will the fire last When they expose your skeletons to the room like a science class From where these niggas either shoot dope or they high off crack And fiends arms lookin' like Nascar tire tracks I plan on dying rich, when I was born we was broke I take a bag, we used the sink water to pour in the bowl And heat it in the microwave or you can warm on the stove But ain't no heat, so got to wash up 'fore the water get cold This fame shit, I wasn't impressed, I fell in love with the checks Ain't that feelin' you get right before you cummin' from sex Always pray to a god before you rush to a bed 'Cause I hate family reunions, and sleep's the cousin of death Yeah, peep the writings that I wrote Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right Uh, from a city full of thieves Turn penny into G's, that's right Uh, peep the writings that I wrote Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right Yeah, from a city full of thieves That's- Uh