paroles de chanson Gold Soul - Ty Brasel

Ain't no block my shine, no
Young man ball like bron, whoa
Ain't no sleep on the grind, no
Ain't no sleep for the wicked, unh uh
Bars thats holy
I was made in God's image, uh
Money on my heads what's the price
Gold in my soul that's expensive, yea yea
Ain't no, block my, block my, shine, (no)
Ain't no, block my, gold soul, yeah
Pull up glist with the light, uh huh
It's blinding your vision
Money on my heads what's the price
Gold in my soul that's expensive, look
I was in the M
Winchester flip xans
Running from the cops riverdale
Pt meet clientele
Chase the check
I remember late woke laying low
Praying for bankrolls lace those pesos
With my fingerprints, yea
Play-dough chase old dead prez case closed
Blue face with no oxygen, yeah
All I wanted was a million in the safe closed
Black Porsche gazebo
Back porch Latino
Bad mamacita, and the Rollie froze
To attain it all that was my ambition
Til I found out knowledge real riches
Now I hold the mic
When I shine the light God sent it
Look he Flipped the script
Shamylan with the plot writtens
Look the devil in a new dress
And she sho glisten, yeah
But look T shine with the Gold soul, hmh
Ain't no block my shine, no
Young man ball like bron, whoa
Ain't no sleep on the grind, no
Ain't no sleep for the wicked, unh uh
Bars thats holy
I was made in Gods image, uh
Money on my heads what's the price
Gold in my soul that's expensive, yea yea
Ain't no, block my, block my, shine, (no)
Ain't no, block my, gold soul, yeah
Pull up glist with the light, uh huh
It's blinding your vision
Money on my heads what's the price
Gold in my soul that's expensive, yea yeah
Gold soul, aye, Gold soul, yeah yeah
Gold soul, Gold soul, Gold soul, aye aye
Gold soul, yeah, Gold soul, whoa
Gold soul, Gold soul, Gold soul, look
To attain it all that was my ambition
Til I found out knowledge real riches
Now I kick game Lionel Messi with it
Now I'm cross the world paid play
Uh huh, yeah
I just put miles on the highway (where)
State state, uh huh, yeah
Dope in the trunk like scarface
That's my new mixtape, (Young T)
Mama birth a rapper
August she prayed to the Lord
Doc said, I was unconciense almost
Pronounced dead before I was born
But God said, look at T shine
With the Gold soul, hmh
Ain't no block my shine, no
Young man ball like bron, whoa
Ain't no sleep on the grind, no
Ain't no sleep for the wicked, unh uh
Bars thats holy
I was made in Gods image, uh
Money on my heads what's the price
Gold in my soul that's expensive, yea yea
Ain't no, block my, block my, shine, (no)
Ain't no, block my, gold soul, yeah
Pull up glist with the light, uh huh
It's blinding your vision
Money on my heads what's the price
Gold in my soul that's expensive
- P: Aye what you say bro, I got dope in the trunk like scarface that's my new mixtape, ahaaa, aye that's cold bruh
- T: (laughs) you crazy bro
- P: aye Ima be out that way tomorrow tho what we need to do is hit the studio fam
- T: aw yeah that's mandatory, I'll call Clay and set up the session soon as we get off the phone, real
- P: aite that's a bet bro
- P: aye
- T: what's good
- P: Aye real talk tho, I got dope in the trunk like scarface that's my new mixtape, ahaaa
- T: (laugh) you crazy bro