Song Description

Brash and crafty declaration of self over familiar "Jetsons" theme melody over hip-hop baseline

Lyrics

G.O.L.D. is the game that I?m claiming
Go for the gold when I?m banging
Go with the gold that be danglin?
Gold in my rope it be janglin?
Jimmy my slimie slippers
Fresh in the kickers and knickers
Prada and Seven on zippers
God I?m in heaven my niggas
Brethren the street disciples
Spark leaves while we read the Bible
Never believe in idols
But making our money is vital
Titles are limitations
No limits to what we facing
No gimmicks my demonstration
It clothes, hoes, and purple hazing
South of the Mason Dixon
Tell by my slang and my diction
Float with the thang you be missing
Pussy niggas pay attention
What I am bringing to light
Selling of dreams and the like
Develop my scheme in the life
Propelled me to be in the light
Write with the L in the other
Pipe in the dike with no rubber
Tight with the lesbian lovers
Sike I?m as free as a bird
Like losing a key of the herb
Nice of the tree with the words
Plotting with me is absurd
Strike while the hammer is hot
Slanderous panderous plot
Standard is what you will not
Atlanta in case you forgot

(Chorus)
I take the microphone and rock it like a sprocket in space
They give chase
But I just can?t wait
Girls swirl round the world when I step in the place
They give chase
But I just can?t wait
Take the microphone and rock it like a sprocket in space
They give chase
But I just can?t wait

Grind for the time and the shine
Shine like the sign of the time
Sign like a symbol divine
A sample of what you can find
Horses and gators on shirts
Maury?s the gator I work
Sorry to players I hurt
But player, your hoe is a flirt
Back in the midst of the cipher
Rapidly spitting more fire
Passing and getting more higher
Laughing at those who aspire
Came in the thing with a wire
Claim to be king but a squire
Flame like a feign with a lighter
Anyone thinking he flyer
Damn, I am dope in a pen
Quote it and smoke it again
Roll it and tock with a friend
Let the addiction begin
I am a saint with a sin
Blowing my dank in the wind
Throwing my game at a ten
Threw me some brain in the Benz
This is most definitely dope
I am most def with a hoe
A poet who?s blessed with the flo
But un momento me to get doe
Welcome to Lyrical South
Spirits of slaves in my mouth
Whipping them thangs when I?m out
Whip out the chain when I?m out
Pimp, I pull boppers and bitches
Pop collars, poli with sisters
Top dollars, models and hookers
Ain?t no one hotter than Sugar

Chorus