Mood darker than my lungs lately
Been dreamin' of a heart daily
Been schemin' on these bums baby
Dick swingin' like a young Swayze
Gold chains and a gun got the clip in the lip
Huffin' pain from the lung
I'm liable to flip like I'm skatin' the pump
Middle finger up I ain't takin no lumps
Middle finger up to the slaves of the sum
Motherland burnin' we came from the dust
Double my earnings pay for the blunt
Melanin earned it escaping the hunt
It is what it was
But now the rabbit got the gun
No more insufficient funds
Tell a pussy nigga run
We ain't takin no more huh
Run up on 'em let it dump
Equality prosperity all a nigga really want
Tired of beggin' for change
If you got complaints
Timberland to you face
Big gun go brap-brap-brap
Big gun go bang!

I want more
I don't wear enough
I want money now
Cause I'm livin' large

There is a devil
Among wolves
We comin' up
On our own
We cover ourselves
All in gold
That doesn't mean
That we done
Baby I'm tearing
Down walls
Was so lost
I was so deep in the woods
It was my personal hell
Hot like a
Million degrees
I was so deep in the hole
I couldn't believe a thing
4 Tabs an hour ago
I was just feeling it
Ahhhh!

I want more gold
I don't wear enough
I got money now
And I'm livin' large
And we go wild
And they go wild
And we go wild
And they go

Don't give a fuck bout
Your feelings so
Fuck all your comfort
I got a billi to burn
You celebratin'
We've only begun
Fuck colonizers
The posers and frauds
Up and I'm claiming the gold
That they took
They see me comin and
They actin shook
Fightin' my whole life
No I never run
South side bow river
Why I haven't left
Yellow peril
Got me up in the front
No lives gone matter
If my brothers aren't
We takin' back all
The shit that they took
Rightfully ours cause
We built 'em all up
We built 'em all up

I want more gold
I don't wear enough
I got money now
And I'm livin' large
I want more gold
I don't get enough
I got money now
And I'm livin' large

Leading a herd
You're moving absurd
You say that you're right
We're marching for rights
Oblivious
To that gloved fist
25 for a genocide
They hid the truth and teachers lied
No questions asked
And truth is masked
It will cease
No more police
Black yes
Ain't synonymous
With that word
Can't say it here
Can't say it there
Not on my couch
Can't anywhere
Don't even ask
Don't touch my hair
No - uh
That was abrupt
I don't mess with
The government
Cause their corrupt
I don't sip from the cup