City of Gold (feat. Genoside & Lizz Kalo) Video (MV)

I'm broke again
My homeboys gone probably sneak in some liquor into the club
Acting all nonchalant
Smelling like lipidis and some Mary
Wearing Rose colour glasses to block the envy
Provocative slang to indulge in their senses
Oil rings in my chalice
My whole outlook is feeling so malice
I shape shift through dimensions
Try to rope me, I tighten it than I walked on it just to show off my balance
With the homies
Rabble and Rousers that keep me grounded
With the homies
I be the loudest without the knowledge
With the homies
Trying to pollinate all these flowers
We acting like playa players we tryna use up these condoms
Moonlight high and
We sipping on toxic water in the coolest fountains
You can not simulate this and your crew will vouch this
The streets is where my heart is so my flow nostalgic
You dripping off sauce boy guess I'm dripping off ointment
Providing a whole different wavelength
I'm feeling like Sinbad
Yet the patron tryna put me on contract
Told me pause that conscious ways he'll fatten pocket
Love or lust every level up
I can't help but to stray in the crosshairs
Cemetery filled with broken tombs
Dirt on my family jewels
Yet no treasure hunt for the bastard youth
Jazzybel in her plastic shoes
No Namaste in the urban blues
They barricade every sunset view
And keep in chains what belongs to you
In the City of Gold
I bet you that this gold couldn't measure
Abilities I hold that's my treasure
I just be wildin out on my good days for now I'm just all alone
In the City of Gold
City of Gold hand me a throne give me your soul
City of Gold evil condone, covered in chrome
City is old your freedoms revoked
Your freedom revoked
They gone patronise your every move
Sanitise and plagiarise your tunes
Minimise the real in you
Sell you lust and feed you drugs and booze
That fertilise your very doom
I circumcised my thought I'm open minded to every plot and scheme they do
Stay Woke
My back bone never made of cartilage
Yet my satchel never had no drugs in it
Know some Gs that slang that rock like David did
Told me keep your cool and stay away from politics
Guerrilla warfare they'll never Tarzan this
21 gun Salute
Came from the streets where the G's always tryna put that
Twenty some mark on you
Ahhh
Let's talk about barcodes
Let's talk about hallow points at the wrong folks
Let's talk about the media controlling your thoughts
Let's talk about government circumventing their wrongs
Let's talk about how you losing yourself in distance
Lost in the system
The evil is glistening
Psychological prison
So now you found yourself in debt for the trends they be setting
In the city of Gold
I bet you that this gold couldn't measure
Abilities I hold that's my treasure
I just be wildin out on my good days for now I'm just all alone
In the city of Gold
City of Gold hand me a throne give me your soul
City of Gold evil condone, covered in chrome
City is old your freedom's revoked
Your freedom revoked
I'd like to welcome you to the city
Gold gold
Gold gold
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Gold gold
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