Joey Aich The Golden Debacle

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[Verse]
Young bury me in Gold:
Murts on my logos
Had Adidas shelltoes
Use to smoke the grass
And drink the Henny with my fellow
Sport a rello over my left ear like Fisher’s
Headband I want them bands
Theirs, his, and her fare
I’ll sell my soul for these riches

Advisor:
Nah man you kidding

YBMIG:
No I’m serious
I don’t give a damn who in the way

Advisor:
You know the faster you rise
The quicker you fall

YBMIG:
Then so be it
This world needs a king and Imma be it
With this gold chain
Gold grill, Gold ring
Fuck it
Gold watch, Gold dreads, gold things
They say gold is the root of all evil
But also millions
So I’ll rap about guns, hoes, and money
I’ll be chilling with my Gold chain
Gold grill, Gold ring
Fuck it
Gold Watch, Gold dreads, Gold things