Rez Proph - The Price Of Gold lyrics

Verse 1: Rez Proph Mama was a peasant tryna raise a king out the slums she was slaving in/ Gave a grin through it all/ Brave lady/Raven in the sky type fly/ Her praise made me save a hymn/ For when she threw the ball/ And said 'hey baby,play to win'/ The ball's in your court, dream but don't oversleep/ When falling short fall clean and grown over peeps/ And all in all force means to roam overseas/ For my desire to be internationally known over beats/ So I'm out here tryna make it work/ In the midst of these girls who make it twerk/ For the pearls and the worlds evil/ I twirl lethal in a whirlpool of hurl/ From faded nights and bright lights that curl with referral people/ A thorough equal to the countries greatest rappers/ Waiting for half a chance while trying not to lose myself cause/ The devil checking price tags on souls/ And I'm tryna settle cheques I might have on gold/ Hook It goes one for the money/ Two for the show/ Three for the fact that we don't love these hoes/ Four for the flow/ Five for the four/ Six for the grind and the price of Gold Verse 2 Mistah Maliq