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7 Golden Lampstands Lyrics - Artist : GoldLink
Wake up smoke, yeah
Fornicate, smoke, yeah Bitch bad, right? yeah Tell her, "Roll one." Smoke Wake up, drink, nah Grind it with the weed, smoke Drink, smoke Sinners are never right Willie Lynch is dead Having broke the curse Black killing black That's what makes it worse Tell me, "Watch the Throne" Nigga, fuck your throne Voices of a million angels with my golden tone Yeah, I sold some dimes Never sell my soul I swear I knock your fucking head off if you think I sold Rap is for the bitches Lupe said it right If Chief Keef is hip-hop, I'd rather lose my life I'm about that hair work I'm about that Gunplay I'm 19 with the fade, rapping for some pay Little ghetto nigga, speaking hella truth And I don't always speak this real when I'm behind the booth Odds are stacked against me Mama talking death Wanna end it all Daddy need some help My brother got a baby and my mans expect a baby And I just lost my main girl, she just drives me crazy (Change) It's necessary Not the Obama way But talking about we feed the homeless That's the golden way I ain't no Black Hippy No bitches fucking with me I ain't no 2Pac yelling, "Holla if you fucking hear me" The numbers never lie Look up in the eyes Black people, Spanish people, we were born to die Hollywood machines Mass hallucination If I could kill the TV stations, I would save the nation Dropping out of school I'm a change the system And fuck a priest so we can execute that exorcism A light can split in seven ways if it hits a prism A light can split in seven ways if it hits a prism 62% of black people stuck in prison And every song I'm spitting real. You have to fucking listen This shit is hell here We live in hell here But I'm all smile cause there's heaven here too A child being born is always heaven in it's truth Believing what you couldn't see is part of heaven too And I swear your problems isn't from the God above The man below is what you dream, America's stuff |
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