Give Them Gold (Intro)

Open up your third eye
Let your penal Gland be decalcified

By my window like I'm Malcolm x, but I swear that they won't get me
I hear shots, shots, shots and shots it's like they're on repeat
It's hard to get low when the devil so close, the smell of death is on my clothes
And I promise before they take my soul,I will Give Them Gold
I will Give Them Gold

They bringing war to our doorstep
That's more threats and more debt, to digest
I just adjust, salad how I address
I approach the press without a protest
Don't believe in coincidences,
Can call it my Spidey senses, how I can detect ya lies when ya body twitching
Politicking, but not optimistic
Ya point coming like my ex women, cause it must have missed me
Flirting with life and she slightly kissed me
Then dissed me quickly
See life is bitchy, I don't be tripping
Got my gun in my paws, I'm armed
Ready for all it draws
From day time to nightfall, I'm

By my window like I'm Malcolm x, but I swear that they won't get me
I hear shots, shots, shots and shots it's like they're on repeat
It's hard to get low when the devil so close, the smell of death is on my clothes
And I promise before they take my soul,I will Give Them Gold
I will Give Them Gold

It's Armageddon are you armed and ready
I'm hoping God forgive me the devil won't forget me
My cousin died from cancer of the kidney
I feel them death angels trying to get me
Them demons trying blitz me
Who's that peeking through my window
Sheriff with a warrant and they want me to come with them
Free to the world but a slave to the system
I die a villain before I go out as a victim, pick one
It's all good 'til them lights don't work
That's man why you got them perks, better not fuck up
That's your girl why you can cop that purse
You the man while you got that work, until them hittas luck up

By my window like I'm Malcolm x, but I swear that they won't get me
I hear shots, shots, shots and shots it's like they're on repeat

But I won't go down
They got people switching a pro nouns
Hidden agendas out of control now
Everybody claim they woke now
But pillow talking is the program ,I think that they call him podcast
As the same pass through The hourglass
I'm in the lab trying to create a path , and a bigger bag
Everybody want to be big and bad
There's little good in that
But I don't get in that, I'm just getting back

By my window like I'm Malcolm x, but I swear that they won't get me
I hear shots, shots, shots and shots it's like they're on repeat
It's hard to get low when the devil so close, the smell of death is on my clothes
And I promise before they take my soul,I will Give Them Gold
I will Give Them Gold

Yeah, through trials and tribulations
Here I stand
I can drop while you sleep

Whoa
I will Give Them Gold