Austin! White - Streets of Gold lyrics

[Jay Robins] Ok n***a, Streets made of gold This is my home everybody probably thinkin I sold Come back bold over thinkin the cold Coming out in 15 degree weather wearin some shorts Yeah I rocked this instrumental better than lebron in the basketball courts Real Homie can you feel the way I feel Okay I'm back at it again Come back like I scratch and winned Everybody see that I am the man Making the money gettin the honey Snappin at every b**h that look at me funny Yeah this is me the real k**a the package deala So yeah homie you can bet I feel ya Nobody wanna be my homie unless they wanna be called a brony Yea I'm rappin solo nobody told me I was realist I didn't need it I'm me The kid comin causin a catastrofy Thats probably why I call myself the only rapper better than double H double D Bubble B Yeah and Mr. Mathers better come and find me Before I try to stick my pinocio long nose up in riri's P, I'm kidding Yeah this the land of the D yeah I'm reachin' Kendrick Lamar's Backseat freestyle dream