That Heet Sound
There's no suwoop, just gold bricks stacked on the cold o ground, Where I blaze like a twelve gauge, let that heat sound. Leave your ass runny, not to the toilet, but my kitchen sink, Rats in the sinkhole, but I never let 'em think. Hustle in the shadows, where the whispers creep low, Counting every dime, let the real ones reap, though. Soulful vibes echo, like a heartbeat in the night, Every step I take, man, I’m aiming for that light. Stacking up the dreams, while the world’s spinning fast, Lessons in the struggle, yeah, I’m built to last. No time for the fakes, just the real ones in my lane, Chasing after gold, never letting go of pain. Life’s a canvas, paint it with the colors of the grind, Every brick I lay down, leaving doubters blind. In the kitchen cooking up, where the heat meets the soul, From the cold ground rise, yeah, I’m taking control.
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There's no suwoop, just gold bricks stacked on the cold o ground, Where I blaze like a twelve gauge, let that heat sound. Leave your ass runny, not to the toilet, but my kitchen sink, Rats in the sinkhole, but I never let 'em think. Hustle in the shadows, where the whispers creep low, Counting every dime, let the real ones reap, though. Soulful vibes echo, like a heartbeat in the night, Every step I take, man, I’m aiming for that light. Stacking up the dreams, while the world’s spinning fast, Lessons in the struggle, yeah, I’m built to last. No time for the fakes, just the real ones in my lane, Chasing after gold, never letting go of pain. Life’s a canvas, paint it with the colors of the grind, Every brick I lay down, leaving doubters blind. In the kitchen cooking up, where the heat meets the soul, From the cold ground rise, yeah, I’m taking control.
G.O.A.T. 🐐