Deenyc & Monexus - Pot Of Gold Lyrics

I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven
I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own
I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones

Drapped up n I'm dripped out
Pale mud in my sip cup
Late night at your bitch house
Don't waste time pull the dick out
Still f*ck the world till I get child
If its beef shit I eat raw
No if how's, for short change its click pow
But I just really wanna milk cows
Pill pop in clouds
Send sounds, sonar, smoke loud
Sauced up in tomato town
My go kart do doughnuts, that's 2 puffs and roll
If you don't talk money you might need to sub the flow
I'm on one that's too much
Thug life shit 2 pac
Cops shooting for target practice
Shoot back till they narcoleptic
Cos karmas a bitch whos' heart is septic
Semi fleek on enemies or anybody that talk to pigs
Come on over take a walk with me

I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven
I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own
I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones

I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven
I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own
I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones

I be cooking chicken, chicken go for 30
You aint talking business, shit that don't concern me
My bitch is looking like a snack yo bitch is just burnt meal
Niggas outchea thirsty, don't stop at the intersection
Rocks and Glocks for inventory
Shot the cops and lived to tell the story via Kevlar shock absorbing
Kalashnikov a rodent, send him off to the omnipotent
Ride a rarri skuuurt skuuurt, ride it like I stole it
Shining like a glow stick, sliming by my lonely
Cos I don't want anybody to tie me to my own shit
No loose ends hommie die there like a grown man
How I leave the crime scene suicide by your own hand

I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven
I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own
I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones

I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven
I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own
I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones