Meyhem Lauren - Silk Shirts and Yellow Gold lyrics

[Verse 1] Flouride blocking your third eye where birds fly Thoughts murdered like sheeps herded, absurd why Disturbed lies, frequency speaking the truth It's whatever fam, we can share wisdom or shoot Staring out the window looking at the soul of the community But n***as probably think I'm grilling so they want to shoot at me Minor mathematics equals suspect addition Suspicious n***as still get sliced over suspicion I don't have friends, I got family and acquaintances This sh** we got on deck will get you higher than my maintenance It's dangerous, Satan is seen in many forms Friends turn to strangers these days, we whipping Rangers Clipping gauges, flipping pages in the book of life Crooked knife, keeping it trife, I breathe excellence Flexing tints leaving our prince through our Lexington I'm at the dealership about to cop a Lex again We'll never be pedestrians that's gripping Tecs again Tijuana trips, takes sips, f**ing with Mexicans Then hop back on the plane smelling like tequila Diary of a dealer, homie I keep it realer [Hook] Late night, shaking and moving, we cruising Fiends out f**ing with white rocks, abusing Lifestyle, motion is tight foul, confusing Lights out, everything's hype now, I'm losing I played the night shift, ignite spliff and listen to me Standing on the mound, ain't nobody pitching for me From the streets to the paper and back It's on point son, I always keep my vision intact [Verse 2] Yo silk shirts and yellow gold speak thoughts my struggles told My n***as bubble O's and still'll buy the Jungle gold And loving clothes, materialistic, really a misfit I can't adapt to basic, I chase the daily I risk it Rarely a biscuit not in my circumference when I bump it Gold dots inside of old Glocks will leave you slumped in Nothing stopping this, monogamous in my relationship We're countless stacks and making racks so now we getting paper flip Aim sideways and fly shades maneuver graciously Mountaintops chiseled in stone, that's where my face'll be Courageously conquering concrete for street knowledge My speech polished, speak dollars and cents My Five Percent tents, live and immense, rise from the bench Shine for the block, shoot for the team, lust for the dream Hustle for cream, silence speaks volumes it seems It's all perception, any question n***as? Repping for Queens [Hook]