| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| Real niggas left, there ain’t many bruh
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| Secretly the plans to get rid of us
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| Look at how they hide it in the media
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| Look at how they doin'
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| me in the back room
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| I don’t answer no questions
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| I ain’t really with the trivia
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| She wanna ride me like giddy up
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| I just wanna build my city up
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| I see all this
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| Silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul (hah, look)
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| (I say) World tour is to the hood
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| My soul already, I’m good
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| Keep my prayers up like I should
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| I rep the city like I should
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| Money don’t impress, I don’t hear it
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| I need something better for my spirit
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| Whatchu got that’s gon' feed my spirit
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| I ain’t think so
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| Why the same ones you grow up with
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| Be the same ones when they see you do bad
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| They using their control through they TV screens
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| And if it ain’t that, it’s YouTube ads
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| First it’s too soft, then they say it’s too trap
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| They want boom-bap, then it’s too too rap
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| The old niggas always hate the new-school cats
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| When they come up with the facts
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| Fuck your contract and all that
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| Silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| Yeah, your heart is empty, I’ma pray for you
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| The fake ones never stay for you
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| They see you shake and run away from you
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| I know the feeling, yeah I know the feeling
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| I can still look myself in the eyes
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| I can still look myself in the eyes
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| You can’t do that and I’m not surprised
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| Just a word to the wise, listen
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| Silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| Don’t let them tell you that the apple good, when it ain’t
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| Gotta watch out for the Eve’s and the snakes
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| I still buy your EBT no debate
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| I might Mr. GVT with the bait
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| I hit the thrift store spend it all in a day
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| Just to show you I ain’t worried about you all in my way
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| Fuck a brand, fuck a Xan, I’ma come and say what they all scared to say
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| In fear that they’ll spend a day without
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| Silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| Alright, we was doin' this and had nothing
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| Took that and finally got something
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| Flipped that, really got it jumpin'
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| Not attached 'cause it don’t come with me
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| Hard fool, labels can’t pimp me
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| Rode up, chillin', sippin' simply
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| I pray and hope God forgive me
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| So don’t try it, devils can’t buy it
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| The silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| Fuck that top of the charts
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| It’s full of rap but ain’t no rappers really droppin' no bars
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| The labels got your back if you talkin' 'bout poppin' a bar
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| Killin' your plug, fuckin', erections or coppin' a car
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| I ain’t judging anybody that’s turning their life into art
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| But half you niggas is fufu, you know that life don’t suit you
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| On the west side where these screws is too loose
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| You get set up by your girl or your dawg might shoot you for that
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| Silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul
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| All of this silver and gold
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| Still I’m not selling my soul |