G.O.L.D.

Fein for the gold, double down, never fold,

I'll be collecting all of mine while I'm takin all of yours,

Leavin suckers with an itch, gets the Prada for my bitch,

Avoid the sitch with a loose lip snitch.

Ain't corner office, name tag or plark,

Find me slinging in the dark, steady puffin on a dart,

But alarms will start, if those dogs drive past,

Gotta keep game sharp, hope those bitches don't bark!

Street light flicker, cold mist begins to thicken,

And these paranoid geekers, got me thinkin who is listen-

ing to me, while I’m counting up my gs,

All along jus'tryin to be, the best g, that I can be,

But these streets proceed, to take my nephews and my nieces,

So i gotta get paid before jesus beats my demons.