STL GLD - Chaka Zulu Lyrics

I'm at work making money to burn on my kids
Pulling on that rocket
Don't care who it hit
Spit talk
Smoke a hookah with oil to lift off
Papa Pope
Punching folk
In the throat
Like Django
I don't shoot my people
My nigga
But we can tango
Me and my Adidas
Looking for beats I could strangle

I'm invincible
Every line and every note
I'm above
And their below
You begged for it here it go

Same ole
Same
Moe Pope
Rock and roll for them rap folk
I'm here which is a miracle
Swim in the beat with a back stroke
I'm just doing what is natural
Catapulting every GLD nugget
Get the f*ck out if you don't love it
This is for the working woman
Put feet up for a moment
Just dope...no warning
Dads nose was frozen
That's why...
I search for love
Inside a mic that I am holding
The heavily qouted
Is dying the cop is reloading
The hate is verboten
There's to many years of devotion
Y'all can guzzle on the potion
This is the sound of Beyonce's bottom when it's popping in motion
That's what I'm composing
Feels like I been chosen
The hype bringer
The light giver
The knife swinger
has awoken

Shaka Zulu
Warrior