STS - The Heist lyrics

G.O.L.D.! Here we go Check my description I am what hip-hop is missin' They don't look nothing like competition Old p**y mother f**er you can s** my dick ??? Everybody claim they got birds in the kitchen For the such-and-such project Gettin' jerked like chicken That's why I don't listen A n***a better know me I ain't from Missouri Mother-f**er gotta show me And Sobey Fresh like G.O.L.D Cold pair of lizards like a bottle of a SoBe Sip-sip-sip like a 36 Oh me my I'm high God damnit they should know me I get lifted boy I get lifted Still I'm young, black, and mother-f**ing gifted And with this gift I shall proceed To get a b**h to roll my weed Indeed Girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble f**ing right I got a dyke so that's double Oh, my god...oh my god Thought I seen another one of my old broads Nope that's a nega- Tive irrelative to the fact that I'm k**ing this beat like Old Yeller And I stay fresher than fresh like cool melons Spit from the soul b**h yeah, I'm gellin' Hip-hop's villain I jack your beat Don't believe me check my rap sheet I'm just havin' fun I already won This is my house like RUN DMC. DMC Voted most likely to move your body And I came tonight to party b**h let's kick it like karate The b**h like pow The b**h like wow She don't like me, she just like my style And you don't like me you just bite my style It's a mystery to me like X-Files Let's get down Call in the regimen Put a mother f**er in the dirt like sediment Yes I better than Better than you If they demand more that's what I do For every 16 I'mma give 'em 32 Drop from the sky like bird sh** do And I'm so high I ain't heard 'bout you But you can get served like grandma's stew Mmm that's good Word to my mamma I'mma take a pause for the cause like comma Word from the sponsors I wanna thank G.O.L.D I wanna thank God Wanna thank my ho G.O.L.D.!