Fharo Gold

Oh Lord!

Chorus
Oh Lord, I ain't mean ta flex so hard,
It look like a nigga bench pressing,

Hi I ain't mean ta steal yo broad,
She couldnt look away from my necklace,

Last night I had ya chick on all fours,
We talked about how much she been stressin,

She say dat I been working too hard,
Guess you already know who up next Oh Lord,

Verse1
Young nigga naval hospital born,
I guess that's where I got my discipline from,
I drink a ounce of E&J; in the mornin,
Like starter fluid gassin up my engine,
Ain't really thinkin bout where I'm goin,
Cause Im just leaving whenever the wind blow,
I got a short fuse for stupidity,
First 48 I'm eliminating enemies,

Everybody had they chance they ignored,
They told me I could never change my outcome,
If Im behind the steering wheel den I floor it,
Dat red an blue I gotta get away from,

They pull me over thinking it's a Payday,
N**** ain't no paid leave,
When you on a hit team,

Ima proud MLK,
Yeah,
Dey didn't know that you just cornered a loin,
Didn't know that my ancestry is divine yeah,
Just added flame ta Pyrex,

I'm on an island,
Sipping this Pina colada,
Step out my front door bahamas,
Dat Condo remodeled,

Bank account killin dese numbers,
Got party Denaro,
I'm dipped in gold lika Pharoah,

Godfather Pacino,
There is no equal,
Blow da smoke, hold a toast,
Memories leave em,

I speak wit da reaper,
He dying ta know
If these niggas goin Kennevil,
Or just Beenie Segal,
Man what can I say,
It must da Seagram's,

But this just ta average day,
In the life of a king,

Got niggas who'd die to be me,
But wouldnt die fa all they dreams,

I sell out these seats,
An topless a beach,
Then fuck up these beats,
While I fuck up her sheets,
Oh Lord,

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