Meyhem Lauren - Silk Shirts & Yellow Gold lyrics

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Feat. Buckwild

(Verse)

Flow ride blockin' your third eye where birds fly

Thoughts alerted like sheep's herded, observe why disturb life

Frequency speakin' the truth

It's whateva, fam, we can share wisdom or shoot

Staring out the window, lookin' at the soul of the community

But niggas probably think I'm grillin', so they wanna shoot at me

Modern mathematics equal suspect addition

Suspicious niggas stll get sliced over suspicion

I don't have friends, I got family and acquaintances

This ship we got on deck will get you higher than my maintenances

It's dangerous, sayn a scene in many forms

Friends turned to strangers, these days we're whipin' rangers

Crippin' gauges, flippin' pages in the book of life

Crooked knife, keepin' it thrife, I bring excellence

Flexin' tents leavin' out prints throughout Lexington

I'm at the dealership, about to cop' a Lex again

We'll never be pedestrians, let's scribble text again

Tiguana chips take tips, fuckin with Mexicans

Then hop back on the plane, smellin' like the killer

Diareea for dealer, homie, I keep it realer

(Hook)

Late night, shakin' and movin', we cruisin'

Fiends out, fuckin' with white rocks, abusin'

Lifestyle mostly this type file, confusing

Lifestyle, everything's hype now, allusive

I play the nightshift if night spiff would listen to me

Standin' on the meth, ain't nobody picture for me

From the streets, to the paper and back

It's all poison, I always keep my vision intact

(Verse)

Yo, silk shirts and yellow gold

Speak ? my struggle's ?

My niggas bubble o's and still move out the jungle dough

The love of clothes materialistic, really a misfit

I can't addapt to basic, I chase it dearly, I miss it

Really a biscuit, not as mars a comfort when I'm bumpin'

Gold gots inside of o-clocks, will leave you slumptin'

Nothing's stopin' us but Malcolm and my relationship

Countin' stacks, we makin' rep, so now we makin' paper flip

Aim sideways, and fly shades, maneuver graciously

Mountain tops gizzled in stone, that's where my face will be

Courageously conquering concrete for street knowledge

My speech polished, big dollars and cents

My father's intense, ride for the cents, raw on the bench

Shine for the block, shoot for the team

Lust for the dream, hustle for cream

Talent speaks violence and scenes

It's all perception, ain't no question niggas rappin' fo' queens

(Hook)

Late night, shakin' and movin', we cruisin'

Fiends out, fuckin' with white rocks, abusin'

Lifestyle mostly this type file, confusing

Lifestyle, everything's hype now, allusive

I play the nightshift if night spiff would listen to me

Standin' on the meth, ain't nobody picture for me

From the streets, to the paper and back

It's all poison, I always keep my vision intact