STL GLD - Good lyrics

Razor blades in lip, 9 milli in the whip Money, power, respect — I been told this is as good as gets Gold is how we measure success Pops left, mama wept, friends died Our destruction is our genocide This is for my people still alive, my block is big is enterprise Convicts must not apply to that job, they're surprised that I rob Treat me like animal, I refuse to pray to their God I come from a king and queen but they treat me like I do not Guns go pop pop pop, pharmacy is in my pocket They ain't leaving me many options, call each other n***as often