Bury Me In Gold Willis (Ft. Paper Cleveland)

[Hook]

[Paper Cleveland]

If I go tellem bury me in gold. Tellem bury me in gold
Bury me cold. Bury me in dough and dope ‘cause thats all I know
Gettin money thats the mothafuckin goal, thats all I know
This one for the trillest, yeah we in it
Raise ya glass real high, gon head make a toast

[Willis]

Aye. If I go tellem bury me in gold. Bury me in gold
Bury me cold. Bury me low with a microphone and I’m gone
‘Cause if I die.. tell my people gon make a toast
Tell my momma I love her but I can’t stay around and just wait no mo, I’m gone

[Verse 1: Willis]

Yes y’all. These words, they could burn cigarettes
Word to the vets, I been learning and yearning
Better worry bout it ‘cause ima return with a set
That’ll blow the subs in the basement, yo
They gon kick Willis out of the basement show
No worries, Im in no hurry
20/20 visionary but the road so blurry
Willis is a mothafuckin digital cherry
He be the candy for ya listening, and listeners vary
They be takin’ the medicine, but the sedative scary
So relative to elevated minds, I’m very high
My momma had told me “get out of the basement, you worth more than that.”
Big brother done told me “Will you not complacent.” Homie, I’m sure of that
Sunday service on 38th street ain't run no purpose through my head
Survive or die. Your life is all a lie. They said the gates would open up when I die
But I been on a path that’s righteous, full of vices, hard nights, and crisis
So if God is real, then I better pray
But its up to me to see better days
So run it. Till the day that I’m gone