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, fuck all you ones who be hating
I'm just rolling up and elevating, prematurely celebrating
Tell a nigga "hell is waiting", I'm in heaven tail-gating
Harry Potter wizardry, Avatar is imagery
Smoking Silverstein haze, call that shit 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 bitches "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 niggas 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, fucking bitches 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 nigga T
My nigga Jah, my nigga Schoolly, plus my nigga Young L-E
Handle was in front of me, spit whatever shit come to me
There's Polo on my eyes but it say Dolce on my dungarees
Ceremony massacre master moving harmoniously
Pardon me for knocking your bitches don't criticize me
Goldy in the flesh, you reds havin any ho you see
You drinking if you got it or not, fuck what these rappers preach
Sitting on a happy heap of hundreds, gettin blunted
And the pretty bitches kick it while their Gs is gettin fronted
Give a fuck about who run it, who ran it, nigga goddammit
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God, the GOLD is in the building, we assessing 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 nigga "who want it?"
Spit that flow the doggoneit style, hop on it and drop a bow
Say words is word familiar make a killin 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 shit'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
