, - go ahead ---you don't wanna be rude, -go ahead Call me a prostitute I was born, growing up, I finished my cup, said good luck, dad- With a back up from
[B.o.B - Verse 1] Soon as I enter you know who it is-a it?s the representer from the East side of Atlanta that?s known as Decatur I got my own lane but
this drama But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse Is to ignore from which we came You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
down the law black of the night Run up a score, oooh the price is right Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round on you CHORUS: Some sin for gold
bye My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold
for Kings who get OFF! Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord Talkin bout my first and second and third born Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off From
this world's eternity vacuum unfolds dissolution of things stiff and dead Black to the blind Starry transocean of Goddess' womb pleasures landscapes and drops of pain from
store Black folk come on Black people come on, come on, oh, oh yeah Black people come on, I said Black folk come on Black people come on Black people come on Black
harm and dis The war from this, is that fiend was born from this Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide Cause the crime design, stay from nine
tight and stay away from punk niggas Strikin down Broadway I caught some niggas out of bounds from the (pause) upper MLK Slowly crept from the cut at
a walk down the alley with the gat Enter my cypher where everythings black The rap makes me act the beast I attack From every angle I bring pain sharp
of being reborn in the world of the living Will shine on forth in pain The conquesting races in false harmony Gathered on the ancient Field of Gold I
My tears flowed where flowers don't dare To lie on or die on Because they know that Wherever the thruth is born The day will come Some say that black
bleed you gold I know I claim your essence In the Blackness of my mind Pain is me and I'm restless The wedding bells of death now chime The Golden
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold
God I be challengin pros for gold medals Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather On Friday's, get your fresh pay, from a better represent, my lifestyle
in the streets and in the booth So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU) I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em