GOLD MINE

VERSE 1

i dont need a motherfucking co sign, so i dont pay you motherfuckers no mind.
if i could get a penny for my thoughts then this head up on my shoulders is a motherfucking gold mine. [mind]
nigga i been grown since i was nine, roaming outside tryna make a dollar out a dime.
niggaz holler bout they grind..but be sitting on they ass, i be pissing on they front door and shitting on they grass.
see im encouraging growth, at the same time im playin dirty while you niggaz hugging the soap.
im in troubled waters tugging my boat, with no address to mapquest..im going off of nothing but hope.
and blind faith..see this shit takes time and time takes, alotta energy outta me my body needs a break.
feeling so close to death nigga i could see the gates, but i keep going knowing that i possibly can make.
alot of mistakes...see everything you have can be taken away..and thats including ya life.
and dont be mad at the player haters that only means you doing it right, whatever you doing is only keeping you in they sight.
see they life is full of a bunch of shoulda coulda wouldas, so envy is running through they veins along with sugar.
jealousies what they feel everytime that people mention whos real cause im getting picked like 3 year old boogers.
so dont be saying that they never dug it, you motherfuckers aint official you niggaz is just the first 3 letters of it.
i been the nicest motherfucker for 10 plus years..the problem was it was never public.
i pay attention with whatever budget..i can be dead broke..super rich, frying up some egg yolk or tuna fish.
or even eatin lobster, thats real nigga shit and you can see it in my posture.
used to be a superficial nigga..thought i needed it to prosper, but my thoughts were clouded..my brain was getting weeded with them rastas.
i had to let it air out, and now thats the type of shit that i dont even care bout
never wanted braids cause id probably pull my hair out, cause stress makes me wanna roll a blunt and pull a beer out.
from here out address me as ya mothafucking highness.
and i dont need no hook for this shit!!!


VERSE 2

living life like a zombie, havoc all around me but i walk through it calmly.
and thats word to my mommy, when i step outside the crib i dont see no fucking palm trees.
nigga my scene has no green grass, but youll see a devil with green eyes and a mean ass.
these bitches will get at ya green fast, be quick to throw you some pussy if ever you seem sad.
a real nigga is something i never tried to be, never told her i lie..thats why she wanna lie with me.
niggaz hate me publicly but be bumping me privately, saying they dont fuck with me but always keep a eye on me.
they just wishing they could be in my position, or at least borrow my glasses and see into my vision.
i was sick so i needed the prescription, got it and im still sick..no cure can flee it from my system
pulling out wisdom im similar to a dentist, stock value rising..im gaining a bunch of interest.
exiting stress stage left..im at the entrance, of success..you can follow my steps..be my apprentice.
i give the game breath with every sentence, and i dont need an entourage to chase me around..i aint vincent.
i could give you 2 but id rather give you ten cents, the negative side of the stories what they fail to mention.
they tell you about the bottles and the models and the murcialagos, but they dont ever let you know whats gonna follow.
cause when today turns into tomorrow, youll see that everything and everyone that was around you was hollow.
thats one tough cookie swallow after the feelin of feelin like youre on top of the world..walking on ceilings.
you dealing with somthing bigger than that temporary pleasure nigga.
and i dont need no hook for this shit!