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Kevin1100 - In the Morning (Streets of Gold) Lyrics



Kevin1100 - In the Morning (Streets of Gold) Lyrics
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When you on' streets of gold, streets of gold
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on
But the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome
Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning
Chill with my niggas from around the corner
Reminisce with my homies from my alma matas
Hit a couple licks, split it with my mama (with my baby mama)
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
Girl, I ain't got no mo' room in my car for you
But baby I'll ride to the bar whichu
Or you and yo friends meet me my friends
At my homeboy's barbecue
See plenty hoes fine, I'on fall for that
They told me to call, but never call me back
"But this Brazilian weave," I'm too raw for that
And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods
Livin' life like every nigga should
She met me as a boy - I became a man
Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission ain't quittin
All she need is love, not Sex & Drugs
All she want is a man, but every niggas a thug... and at the end of the day
She just another woman I love
And she love me back
I got sisters from the same mister
A momma who don't like drama
A granny who ain't even know I was rappin
Or thinking bout trappin, I'll do what I can for my fam
Even clapping at niggas who don't understand
There's a law that we live by
A code we be keeping
I hope you ain't sleeping, they counting the sheep
They watchin TV... These niggas ain't listened to me
When you on' Streets of gold, streets of gold
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on
But the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome
Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning
Chill with my niggas from around the corner
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas
Hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
Maybe we should, put another L in the air...
For the niggas dumping shells from them glass houses...
Put another L in the air...
For the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses
And if you don't smoke, get high off life
Nigga, pass the peace, I'm tryn'a spark the light
Write it down and spit it in the mic
Play it back. See what it sound like, and that's loud right
Because, they say that time is money, it's calling, you don't listen
Gold and glitter glisten, but niggas don't know difference
Lob a couple bullets, live lawless
Or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his missio
So I'ma spend this money till I'm satisfied
I know it ain't real, but I still fantasize
Of stacking dead prez, while I'm still alive
We ain't never ever gonna die, or be victimized
Rather be chillin, could be working, but I rather relax
Time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm
Define the system when I'm rippin these tracks
And divine wisdom keep earth intact
And no reversing that
Even When you on streets of gold, streets of gold
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on
But the wheels are chrome (the wheels are chrome)
Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning
Chill with my niggas from around the corner
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas
Hit a couple licks, for my baby mama
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Money on the rise and we f*ck sometimes
I just be rappin' what is happenin'
Evoking old emotions sometimes
I spit my mind so f*ck my job ya'll can have this shit
I'll build my own establishment
And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit
That I ain't even had to get
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
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When you on' streets of gold, streets of gold
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on
But the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome
Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning
Chill with my niggas from around the corner
Reminisce with my homies from my alma matas
Hit a couple licks, split it with my mama (with my baby mama)
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
Girl, I ain't got no mo' room in my car for you
But baby I'll ride to the bar whichu
Or you and yo friends meet me my friends
At my homeboy's barbecue
See plenty hoes fine, I'on fall for that
They told me to call, but never call me back
"But this Brazilian weave," I'm too raw for that
And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods
Livin' life like every nigga should
She met me as a boy - I became a man
Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission ain't quittin
All she need is love, not Sex & Drugs
All she want is a man, but every niggas a thug... and at the end of the day
She just another woman I love
And she love me back
I got sisters from the same mister
A momma who don't like drama
A granny who ain't even know I was rappin
Or thinking bout trappin, I'll do what I can for my fam
Even clapping at niggas who don't understand
There's a law that we live by
A code we be keeping
I hope you ain't sleeping, they counting the sheep
They watchin TV... These niggas ain't listened to me
When you on' Streets of gold, streets of gold
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on
But the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome
Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning
Chill with my niggas from around the corner
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas
Hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
Maybe we should, put another L in the air...
For the niggas dumping shells from them glass houses...
Put another L in the air...
For the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses
And if you don't smoke, get high off life
Nigga, pass the peace, I'm tryn'a spark the light
Write it down and spit it in the mic
Play it back. See what it sound like, and that's loud right
Because, they say that time is money, it's calling, you don't listen
Gold and glitter glisten, but niggas don't know difference
Lob a couple bullets, live lawless
Or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his missio
So I'ma spend this money till I'm satisfied
I know it ain't real, but I still fantasize
Of stacking dead prez, while I'm still alive
We ain't never ever gonna die, or be victimized
Rather be chillin, could be working, but I rather relax
Time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm
Define the system when I'm rippin these tracks
And divine wisdom keep earth intact
And no reversing that
Even When you on streets of gold, streets of gold
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on
But the wheels are chrome (the wheels are chrome)
Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning
Chill with my niggas from around the corner
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas
Hit a couple licks, for my baby mama
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side
Money on the rise and we f*ck sometimes
I just be rappin' what is happenin'
Evoking old emotions sometimes
I spit my mind so f*ck my job ya'll can have this shit
I'll build my own establishment
And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit
That I ain't even had to get
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
And I hope I don't die today
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way
Only getting high just to get away
Only getting high just to get away
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Writer: JUVONTE TODD, KENYATTA NAJI JOHNSON ADAMS
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