Gold Quincey White

[Chorus]
I remember back when we was broke
Was on our backs with our backs against the ropes
With no one to call on and no real place to go
So I don't ask no more so tired of hearing no
Now this, now this, now this shit is litty like a stove
Now they gotta give me what they owe
Now i’m flexin' now I gotta do the most
That's why my neck and wrist is full of gold


[Verse 1]
Momma was a stay home momma
Daddy workin check to check
The bills be due and he’d be scrambling
But out gamblin' placin' bets
Fuck some patience, stomach's achin'
We need bacon, we need eggs
My best friend a couple noodles
What would you do for some bread?
You either sleeping at yo service
Servin' life or servin' fiends
The only three options I got
I heard that as a early teen
Crips and Bloods fight like cats and dogs
It won't be no birds and bees
I be right here in the set I never get a urge to leave
We, think it’s time to go corporate we said we through with waitin’
Is gettin' rich off keys, we had to tune the bass
We sell that shit to our momma’s to get our Luther straight
God a make a way but evil ways that's up for you to change