STS - STSisGold lyrics

[Verse 1: STS] History makin', lean as hickory bacon I'm habanero and Cajun, my temperature tipping Satan This rap identification for the Afro-Centric Asian Words to the race relations, f** all you ones who be hating I'm just rolling up and elevating, prematurely celebrating Tell a n***a "hell is waiting", I'm in heaven tail-gating Harry Potter wizardry, Avatar is imagery Smoking Silverstein haze, call that sh** the givin' tree Do it for the fans, pray they never John Lennon me With five hollow points on the back of my white linen tee Lest I drink bags of the reefer while I'm smoking this Hennessy Take me to another place, and I ain't talking Tennessee Tell them b**hes "ven aqui", I got something they should see There's a party in my pants, its going down from 10-3 Remember I demanded more when n***as reminisce on me The power in my bros is worth the hoes in your soliloquies So now I'll crack a Philly D, fill my Philly with givin' tree As smooth as my delivery, f**ing b**hes with chivalry Heavy sense of fashion and a God-given ability to murder mice without the use of heavy artillery Rep that Philly D to GO-L-D to ATL, my n***a T My n***a Jah, my n***a Schoolly, plus my n***a Young L-E Handle was in front of me, spit whatever sh** come to me There's Polo on my eyes but it say Dolce on my dungarees Ceremony ma**acre master moving harmoniously Pardon me for knocking your b**hes don't criticize me Goldy in the flesh, you reds havin any ho you see You drinking if you got it or not, f** what these rappers preach Sitting on a happy heap of hundreds, gettin blunted And the pretty b**hes kick it while their Gs is gettin fronted Give a f** about who run it, who ran it, n***a goddammit God, the GOLD is in the building, we a**essing the damage So could you please [Hook] Show me love Could you please Show me love Show me love [Verse 2] Take full advantage of this moment Were rapping on tall opponents Yeah my name is start with Sugar, like n***a "who want it?" Spit that flow the doggoneit style, hop on it and drop a bow Say words is word familiar make a k**in off living vows The country is tipping cows, while tipping my waiters and child Post-impressionist flow, full of colors both rich and loud Their daddy Jamaica-proud, their momma, I'm touching clouds I'm writing my name in the sky, you know what that sh**'s about Its money-making, hundred-taking, we going HAM like honey bacon Rappers eat and tell me aching causing all their constipation About my green like conservation, yeah, Philly concentrating Rolling up and contemplating me being a constellation Peace and bless and salutation, thats on my evaluation I'm just 'round here raising Hell, nickname should be reformation Get up on that, rock the party, ATL I gotta shout it Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik for everybody Chevy-body, heavy body, til they make a feather body I be riding old school, run until its raving, shawty Flow Ducati, pop a wheelie, smoke a L with every human Best rapper in ATL just ask everyone up in Philly