Oh White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
I think I deserve better I'm out of control
Doin this shit for my family before we all get old
I might go and plant that seed just for my tree and watch it grow
Feel like Stan Lee I just back and I marvel at my work and it hurts
People won't f*ck with you when you on the come up and that's that
But once you get put on just like cologne they smelling that
They attack blowing up my phone so much till I can't text em back
People remain actin cause it's just what we all be good at
Like a flat life is a long bumpy road don't mess with that
Self care welfare healthcare nah I ain't been caring much for that
Too many times have I been fried just writing rhymes
And you know baby that is that
Oh White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
Just white gold in the night time
Baby you know that I glow when the light shine
Getting closer to my goals I'm making good time
Oh shit die time ima Optimus Prime time
She like Zeus why the hell you got a mood ring
Cause well baby I got mood swings
I can make you a believer with my charm bae
In other words I know some tricks to make you do things
On me if you hop right on this soul train you'll see
How deep that this mind game can be
Just open up the mind bae and let me in let me see
White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
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Oh White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
I think I deserve better I'm out of control
Doin this shit for my family before we all get old
I might go and plant that seed just for my tree and watch it grow
Feel like Stan Lee I just back and I marvel at my work and it hurts
People won't f*ck with you when you on the come up and that's that
But once you get put on just like cologne they smelling that
They attack blowing up my phone so much till I can't text em back
People remain actin cause it's just what we all be good at
Like a flat life is a long bumpy road don't mess with that
Self care welfare healthcare nah I ain't been caring much for that
Too many times have I been fried just writing rhymes
And you know baby that is that
Oh White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
Just white gold in the night time
Baby you know that I glow when the light shine
Getting closer to my goals I'm making good time
Oh shit die time ima Optimus Prime time
She like Zeus why the hell you got a mood ring
Cause well baby I got mood swings
I can make you a believer with my charm bae
In other words I know some tricks to make you do things
On me if you hop right on this soul train you'll see
How deep that this mind game can be
Just open up the mind bae and let me in let me see
White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
I think I deserve better I'm out of control
Doin this shit for my family before we all get old
I might go and plant that seed just for my tree and watch it grow
Feel like Stan Lee I just back and I marvel at my work and it hurts
People won't f*ck with you when you on the come up and that's that
But once you get put on just like cologne they smelling that
They attack blowing up my phone so much till I can't text em back
People remain actin cause it's just what we all be good at
Like a flat life is a long bumpy road don't mess with that
Self care welfare healthcare nah I ain't been caring much for that
Too many times have I been fried just writing rhymes
And you know baby that is that
Oh White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
Just white gold in the night time
Baby you know that I glow when the light shine
Getting closer to my goals I'm making good time
Oh shit die time ima Optimus Prime time
She like Zeus why the hell you got a mood ring
Cause well baby I got mood swings
I can make you a believer with my charm bae
In other words I know some tricks to make you do things
On me if you hop right on this soul train you'll see
How deep that this mind game can be
Just open up the mind bae and let me in let me see
White gold you know that I'm dripping on that tight rope
White on white I'm feelin just like the pope
I be flying high up in the sky oh no oh no
Like woah walk into the club and then she joe blow
She a bad ting and that's so fosho
Walk into the club and then she go go on the pole
Writer: Chuck Smith
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