ترانه:
Fucked Up Golden Seal

(Instrumental)

muthafuckas get got In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it So you see me in a club

t get on your feet Going round and round Still takin up all the heat Going round and round Never lookin down [Verse 1] Cigarette lit in a golden grill Envelope blocked in a golden seal

deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck

dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal

, glitters in gold Unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold Cash and hydro, eyes low, looking Phillipine Divide dough and regulate, empire stare caked up Raked up

' niggas in So give up the ghost my nigga Remember me, I used to be your main nigga But fuck ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts I got it in me

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down

purple pills Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of Valium inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve Crawl up on you like