Paulii Rotx - White Gold Lyrics

Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in the kitchen, that eventually led to me scriptin me up these hot visions
Is he hot, is he not
Will he pop, will he flop
Is he cream of the crop
Really bout what he talk
Is he really what they say
Do he give it all he got
Does he have what it takes mayne
What about his name
I'm Paulii ROTX baby. And yeah I'm still at it
Developed a ill habit in the days of the illmatic
Got ill at it, built at it causin real static
An ear magnet and a backpack dippin dodgin traffic
Yeah I be that same kid that y'all ain't wanna hang with
See me with the same clique that y'all ain't wanna bang with
I be skatin, chasin all of these damn pesos
While your lady at my show and she crazy cravin a beso
I'm grateful I stayed strong, continued to hang on
While these other motherf*ckers they cain't sang the same song
I gets my thang on like I'm Kang Kong up in the building
Hit the stage, flames, napalm, kill shit
@Livesince89
Live like I'll never die
Blessed heart of an angel, possessed with the devils eyes
They claim that I'm heaven sent
Yeah I'm one hell of a guy just tryna get it righteous
I might just be the nicest on the mic when I writes like Tyson
I fight through my plights they ain't a sucka in sight I couldn't sidestep
Tryna get grip of this game up in a vice grip, and squeeze it till it's all out of breath and leave it lifeless.
This watch on my wrist
Mean the kid is clocked in. I'm
Always on the job, cuz I ain't never had shit
I done, hit rock bottom and I ain't look back since
Steady climbin to the top and I promise that I'll get it
White gold
White boy on the microphone
Levi's. 3 stripes on my feet I'm
Eastcide. 7 tatted on my chest
Massachusettsdopeshit
It's like I never left
White gold
White boy on the microphone
Levi's. 3 stripes on my feet I'm
Eastcide. 7 tatted on my chest
Massachusettsdopeshit
Homie don't forget. Yo
Before the Piff and the Kush
It was the kick and the push
And if you pushed me to the edge I'd leave you right where you stood
I'm Tony Hawk of the block
An I ain't straight from the hood
But I'd skate up on ya quick round my neck of the woods
All you snobs will get stuck up
So homie don't get me f*cked up
I'd knuck up your punk mug for thinkin you thug son
Don't care what borough or block that you come from
I'll eat you for lunch, drink the pulp out your skull cuz I'mma
Savage. Thrash and massacre beats
Smokin shawty witta shotty in the passenger seat
That's the queen bow down I kiss the tats on her feet
I bring that ass to my sheets and put thatass in a sleeper
I'm so dapper I'm dippin, I'm ridin round an I'm gittin it
26 wit no children, I'm just mindin my business
All these cities I'm visiting, love the life that I'm living in
I don't got no time for any mothaf*ckin predicaments tryna hold me back
F*ck around get you and ya sugar smacked
Came a long way for you to try and put me back
You lookin at, a business man in a crooked hat
Covered in tats. I'm white trash, poundin 40s back
Gordy raps, on phat beats you know I murderdat
A Vernon cat, holdin it down, I know you hearda dat
Wortown, MA. Where the f*ck you at
Put ya mothaf*ckin hands up and scream this back, it go
White gold
White boy on the microphone
Levi's. 3 stripes on my feet I'm
Eastcide. 7 tatted on my chest
Massachusettsdopeshit
It's like I never left
White gold
White boy on the microphone
Levi's. 3 stripes on my feet I'm
Eastcide. 7 tatted on my chest
Massachusettsdopeshit
Homie don't forget. Yo