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New Story The Golden Streets

two years ago Now we're running with no brakes, everyone calling our name You don't realize you're going down Blaming yourself today Is just right because We ride golden streets

've ever known And like a blind dog without a bone I was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold I've

got beef, we can take it to the streets Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium

Life, I wonder Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle

about that I bet the whole queens go around 86th with the chrome bash crew The young guns and laws voice made the new scream Create Death story two The story

In the City of Dope, and the story goes Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves In the City of Dope, where the color is gold On your neck,

old New York But that's not likely and there's no doubt Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out I'm here, there, everywhere Sportin' fat gold rope,

fuck the shit up, ship it gold So I could sell like the whole Jigga back catalo' Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' fam Always get the story

throne Thousands die before us This is a story of a fallen kingdom *repeat 2x* [killah priest] A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven