Songtext Worth gold Apollo Brown

Worth gold

Yo, I told these niggas I ain't stoppin'
Uh-huh
Ché butter queen in this bitch
Yeah, uh

Yo, since an innocent teen, my environment's Freddy Kreuger
Try and live out my dreams, it's a horror scene
It's hard tryin' to getàus'to'sleep
But with shortàsleeves? Couldn't see'the tricks up my sleeves
I had a list of goals, I'm tryin' to figure which plan'll work
Depends on your thirst
You go to school? Strip scam'll work
What's a flood to a fish?
What's a gun to a fistà
I keep a blade that I use just to cut the tongue of a snitch
We take life for granted
It take pain sometimes to cherish that
We trade the hood for neighborhoods where the whites stare at blacks
Come from searchin' in trap houses, defying parents at
Enough coke lines on the table to write a paragraph
Never talk to snakes, that's what I learned from The Bible
But I learned from my idols to earn, work for my title
They tell us the sky is the limit, stay on Earth for survival
But that's why I'm moon-walking
'Cause I learned that from Michael, uh

Yeah, peep the writings that I wrote
Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right
Uh, from a city full of thieves
Turn penny into G's, that's right
Uh, peep the writings that I wrote
Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right
Yeah, from a city full of thieves
That's- Uh

Yo, I was an innocent teen, knew the difference between
Expensive and cheap, paid my dues but I wish it was free
They gave me crumbs, I made a meal so my niggas can eat
Never settle for gettin' fed, make a position to feed
Let's light a match, and see how long will the fire last
When they expose your skeletons to the room like a science class
From where these niggas either shoot dope or they high off crack
And fiends arms lookin' like Nascar tire tracks
I plan on dying rich, when I was born we was broke
I take a bag, we used the sink water to pour in the bowl
And heat it in the microwave or you can warm on the stove
But ain't no heat, so got to wash up 'fore the water get cold
This fame shit, I wasn't impressed, I fell in love with the checks
Ain't that feelin' you get right before you cummin' from sex
Always pray to a god before you rush to a bed
'Cause I hate family reunions, and sleep's the cousin of death

Yeah, peep the writings that I wrote
Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right
Uh, from a city full of thieves
Turn penny into G's, that's right
Uh, peep the writings that I wrote
Worth diamonds in the gold, that's right
Yeah, from a city full of thieves
That's- Uh