Digging deep into the ground Black gold seeking, hell bound Enter dark shafts Early up and old Wrecking themselves Misery unfolds It eats their flesh,
[feat. Donnis] [Verse 1: B.o.B] Soon as I enter You know who it is-a It's the representer from the East side of Atlanta That's known as Decatur I got
this drama) To ask us why we turn from bad to worse, is to ignore from which we came You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
ahead ---you don't wanna be rude, -go ahead call me a prostitute I was born, growing up, i finished my cup, said good luck, dad- with a back up from the
make money til it don't make sense) Yea flash the bright lights Nigga smash on site Born rich bitch-nigga live with no wife Keep the pain of the price
your name No more pain for me, no more misery, cause you history I'ma hold on to what I got Strap on to my perfection, strap on protection My own direction, born
tears flowed where flowers don't dare To lie on or die on Because they know that Wherever the thruth is born The day will come Some say that black is
i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems While your rap
t easy ya'll wanting millions sunshine turns to rain its ghetto pain when a one time raise sometimes the young is slain To the kids in the p.j.'s black
a) When we were kids (let's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a) I was simply red from the years
ll fuck a yella broad are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth Im from the South, what ya
still goin' on I know, where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland, the place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what Got money on mind I can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands
like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold
my cousin the gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack mo money mo money for black market on the black market, yeah
fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold
the government's not trying to kill me The krazy king to whom even himself remains anonymous From conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises To myself, born
