STSisGold

[Verse 1: STS] History makin', lean as hickory bacon I'm habanero and Cajun, my temperature tipping Satan This rap identification for the Afro-Centric Asian Words to the race relations, fuck all you ones who be hating I'm just rolling up and elevating, prematurely celebrating Tell a nigga "hell is waiting", I'm in heaven tail-gating Harry Potter wizardry, Avatar is imagery Smoking Silverstein haze, call that shit the givin' tree Do it for the fans, pray they never John Lennon me With five hollow points on the back of my white linen tee Lest I drink bags of the reefer while I'm smoking this Hennessy Take me to another place, and I ain't talking Tennessee Tell them bitches "ven aqui", I got something they should see There's a party in my pants, its going down from 10-3 Remember I demanded more when niggas reminisce on me The power in my bros is worth the hoes in your soliloquies So now I'll crack a Philly D, fill my Philly with givin' tree As smooth as my delivery, fucking bitches with chivalry Heavy sense of fashion and a God-given ability to murder mice without the use of heavy artillery Rep that Philly D to GO-L-D to ATL, my nigga T My nigga Jah, my nigga Schoolly, plus my nigga Young L-E Handle was in front of me, spit whatever shit come to me There's Polo on my eyes but it say Dolce on my dungarees Ceremony massacre master moving harmoniously Pardon me for knocking your bitches don't criticize me Goldy in the flesh, you reds havin any ho you see You drinking if you got it or not, fuck what these rappers preach Sitting on a happy heap of hundreds, gettin blunted And the pretty bitches kick it while their Gs is gettin fronted Give a fuck about who run it, who ran it, nigga goddammit God, the GOLD is in the building, we assessing the damage So could you please [Hook] Show me love Could you please Show me love Show me love [Verse 2] Take full advantage of this moment Were rapping on tall opponents Yeah my name is start with Sugar, like nigga "who want it?" Spit that flow the doggoneit style, hop on it and drop a bow Say words is word familiar make a killin off living vows The country is tipping cows, while tipping my waiters and child Post-impressionist flow, full of colors both rich and loud Their daddy Jamaica-proud, their momma, I'm touching clouds I'm writing my name in the sky, you know what that shit's about Its money-making, hundred-taking, we going HAM like honey bacon Rappers eat and tell me aching causing all their constipation About my green like conservation, yeah, Philly concentrating Rolling up and contemplating me being a constellation Peace and bless and salutation, thats on my evaluation I'm just 'round here raising Hell, nickname should be reformation Get up on that, rock the party, ATL I gotta shout it Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik for everybody Chevy-body, heavy body, til they make a feather body I be riding old school, run until its raving, shawty Flow Ducati, pop a wheelie, smoke a L with every human Best rapper in ATL just ask everyone up in Philly