Glorious Sin - Gold Rope Chains lyrics

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Glorious Sin - Gold Rope Chains lyrics

[Verse 1] Look Yo new flows ain't got two sh**s on my old flows, Bozo All them gold chains that you boys rock, is just handcuffs for your cold soul Yeah my whip got like four doors And it's old as sh** from like 04' But I'll still scoop the baddest chick in it, from your hood like I sold dope But I ain't flipping no packs or nothin' Bank statements like a stack n somethin' And I ain't even paid rent yet, that'll leave enough for like a black or somethin' And I ain't saying its cuz I'm black or nothin' But I ain't straying far from that a**umption But I'll still blow like mount Helens Boy steer clear of this black eruption Half a mil, for this flow, .is what I'll charge cats, Lion-O My new girl get drunk and vent about all her feelings, she a wino She give me heat to give her a ring so I leave for home, Lebron hoe Got mad love for this hip hop, but ain't got the time for that dime show 89 momma brought me in this world That means it's been 25 years I been tryna give her a** the world Tryna out last all them girls 'Cuz all that good for is distracting me from the journey, the devil is dressed in a skirt and some pearls Wonder if all of them chain letters I never forward's the reason I'm cursed here for real Father told me never give up on anything you really love and I love him for that Loving this girls that keep coming for s** Boy I'm so glad that the condoms in tact 'Cuz I don't want this girl that driving to bar after bar for a thrill to be raising my daughter I don't want this girl that's f**ing in car after car for a thrill to pa** on that disorder [Hook] Half a ounce in my bed room 'Cuz I been stressed I need bread soon And a pretty girl, wit a lot of brain, with a little space You know head room When I see rap, I see red rooms You know, red rum, them boys dead soon You tried hard but your times up I wish one of his boys would just say it to 'em [Verse 2] Cologne boys, I ride for 'em You know suicide, bomb for em Them other boys, like a broken Rollie, I ain't even really got the time for 'em That punch line was predictable But I punch rhymes I'm so physical Flow roided up, f** physicals This tape was made to make you miserable, Ahh Pardon my ignorance f** you wit pa**ion I don't say pause if that's what you expecting cuz I don't press pause on not one of my actions None of yo disses will get my reaction If we ain't real friends ain't no point of us dappin' 'Cuz I won't even get a check for this rap, so I damn sure ain't 'finna get paid for no actin' Woo, You damn sure don't want me to turn to a**a**in Woo, You bring round your princess I turn to Aladdin Woo, f** punching clocks rather may weather jab 'em Woo, This Henny is turning my heart to Alaskan