"You don't know nothing do you?

That's the beauty of gold

It never tarnishes

Lasts forever, too

You can melt it down, pound it, twist it, piss on it

But it's always the same gold

It was here long before we were and it'll be here a long time after we're gone

I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece"





If you cry under fire then you wasn't built for war

If a pimp take you girl then your girl was never yours

Mental kickboxer, still test jaws

I'm Grandmaster, Grimm Reaper

Feds snooping at door like Mr. Roper

Monitored cause talented like Mr. Ripley

State frustrated, hated, can't get me

The Gingerbread Man but for short call me Gingy

Suicidal, jump right in a glass of milk

I'm made of dough so watch a nigga swell

I could never fall apart cause mad is the flow

You could never ever take my crown, I'll kill you at a show

Hit stars with guns, make 'em see stars

Hit cops with dum-dums, trying to be smart

Gotta lay him down, didn't know he was a narc

Gingerbread man but I have a stone heart

Payback extortion from fraternal order

Informant sent letter to D.A. with tracing paper

With invisible ink, trapped in magic library

I wanna scream but it's a secret indictment

Judge whistle Dixie from excitement

The law is a lefty, so where the rights went?

Pain on display for world like David Blaine

True crime stories but they think I entertain



A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money, I want the money, I want the money





Are you down with so and so?

What's your gimmick?

Nothing, my life is lyrics so I spit it

When murder is something that you become accustomed to

Taking a life just don't fuck with you

House niggas faceless, buried in field of potters

Field niggas found shelter, now squatters

If eyes are the window to soul, then why am I squinting?

My face is on the money that I'm printing, strike a pose

Wanna take life, strike my foes

I rolled through Hell and it froze

My halo got burnt but it still glows

I'm not on my feet but I stay on my toes

If we ain't cool then that's the way it goes

Forget all the kid shit fucking with a grown man

Niggas running around fantasizing like they're Peter Pan

Your life's a scam and I'm a fuck it up like Neverland



A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream

I want the money, I want the money, I want the money



All that other shit is overrated

I want the money

Cash





"I don't know what this stuff is anymore

God's gold, our gold, fool's gold

What we can do is take as many of them as we can and hope for the best"

"What about trading the gold to 'em for our safety? "

"They'd kill us anyway

I would if I was them

Truth is Vince I don't see any way we're gonna get out of here quiet"



A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream, cream cream