Kyle "Keezy" Turner - Gold lyrics

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Kyle "Keezy" Turner - Gold lyrics

Verse 1 I tell you guys, I spit crack, but I don't smoke none Fools wanna hit back cause I wrote one They sell their souls, just so they could say they sold one I'm lookin into my mind, boy it's a gold mine For my gold run S'like the gold rush Yeah, I go nuts I open up my brain Let the ideas fall like a tree dropped a coconut And woke me up I'm ready, I swear to you No more Betty Boops I admit I made a couple oops But I learned and now I know enough No more slowin' up No more hope for us We won't wait for our day to come We waited, it never came We gave up, came back And now we dope enough To do it ourselves You can tell me I can't do it, sh**, I do that myself Constantly doubted My brain is constantly clouded But you gotta let the rain fall fore the bow comes To find that pot behind the mountain I ain't talkin bout the d** you apparently sold I'm talkin' bout my pot of gold Verse 2 Drop what you're doin' Damn, did you listen Crazy how much power I got now I'm just chillin' Still fidgetin' with that pad That A.D.D ain't gone away Is it cause my flow so dope That you feel some type of way Or is it cause my notepad full of that bonafide talent I confide into these pencils, stack em up and make a palace I been talkin' for so long, how my tongue ain't got no callus Why these ba*tards still make noise, don't they know they got no talent Don't they know that I'm unstoppable Pa**ed the top with my opticals Ain't nothing I can't reach, my potential's astronomical I'm the bomb, you should get the army on the line This a takeover, goin' round the world with my design Every stage I touch, I promise you will remember me Jump into the crowd and go surfin' up on the energy Lounge in my lawn chair with a mic in my hand I do this writin' and rappin', till I'm old as my grams Keep droppin' tracks, one day you'll understand Everything out of my mouth Is gold, believe me man Verse 3 I got gold bars, type where money don't matter I let this off my chest to ease the pressure off the platter Movin' forward, two step backwards But I always find a way up Couldn't shoot the free throw, so I'm trynna get the lay up I'll do what I can do to get some points up on the board Before you get confused, you might just wanna check the score You were busy countin' money, I broke out of the mold And what comes next is pure gold

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