August - Sleeping On Gold lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: August] Eyes closed (Eyes closed) Wondering what Imma say (What Imma say) They ready for war? (What?) f** it (f** it) Click it (Click it) Reload it (Reload it) I ain't dying today (Nah) Military tactics For this whack sh** Over-give what I got For what I can't give How you think Eve got that rib? MC's end up with a fat lip (Lip) No remorse (Morse) Dig a hole (Hole) Build a hearse (Hearse) Fix my clothes You on that swing and miss Crap flick Unlucky number 27 in second place sh** Ain't no time for crying (Nope) Lord knows I be trying (Damn, I know that he knows) But you gotta understand That the plan was never to underman But when the sh** hits the fan Who gone make a stand And time will tell for every single grain of sand f** the struggle I continue living It's beyond the sh** that be telling my vision I remember when we were children Life was so simple And we had innocence But now reality hits and it's knocking me out Making me wonder what this life about So I open my eyes And wait til' All of my dreams are forreal Until, til' [Hook: Mike Fate] We sleepin gold from mental to dental I spit from the soul Its been foretold I'd come from the coal break the mould and reach for the goal Can't be controlled im spittin just listen the sh** that I've written was already cold now my position has pa**ed all musicians with no competition my sh**s on a roll So when I say sleepin on gold it means my dream richer than pressure to coal and I will not fold till im sold without sellin a soul all can behold we sleepin on gold Every time the sun rise my mind open to the light Like the truth in my sight And I see no lies in my vision dudes can't divide my division When I'm spittin from the top of a pyramid Are you hearin this what you fearin b**h I am fear near the door can you hear me before my allure catch ya slippin Are ya dippin or will ya stand ya ground When I rock the town grew from a mound to mountain Used to spit and now i fountain Every verse doucin a skeptic but I'm epic Spit from the septic tank So when hop hops revived you already know who to thank It's me ho So fly they think Imma hero From a Negro to a pharaoh Got lines on point like an arrow From a peasant to a legend in the present With the presence and the essence of the heavens My aggression never lessen They just question my lesson Just sit for a second session They critique my technique When I speak to the beat I'm unique at my peak So what else do you seek I can teach to the weak how to grow Switch like mystique on my flow You sleepin no more Or the demons that's creepin will be at yo door Fasho They feelin my flow So all of the people will know This weekend we sleepin on the gold [Hook]