Song: Avengers Initiative Nick Fury
Viewed: 44 - Published at: 4 years ago
Artist: Creative Gold
Year: 2013Viewed: 44 - Published at: 4 years ago
[Verse 1: Creative Gold]
From the bottom I rose to the top
They try to break me down
What you don't understand
Motherfucker this here is my town
Niggas wanna hold me back
Niggas could hold this sack
Tell em I'm overrated
So the blogs don't wanna post my tracks
Get your promo dawg
Do what you gotta do
I'm mastermind of the underground
& I'm bringing the problems
Straight to you
Love to my brother Murph
'97 till heaven
Fuck boy, side dissing
I guarantee you won't catch him
Ya'll don't like me bruh ?
I don't like ya'll either
Real recognize real
Ya'll niggas need visas
Foreigners to the ghetto
Bitch I'm resident
You don't want the throne in your possession
It's so evident
I'm the one with the juice
The real juice
Baggy hoodies and cargos
Now that's a real suit
Pour the ace of spaces
Break the hearts of these pussies
Pull up to the club
Sporting diamonds you fucking rookies
[Bridge: Creative Gold]
A problem these niggas don't wanna deal with
A well know killer
The streets gone keep it real with, right
I got it though
What they looking for
So this is what
I'm yelling out at all my shows
[Hook: Creative Gold]
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
Said I can tell x2
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
They don't want it bad x2
[Verse 2: Creative Gold]
A lot of people use the word
Friend too loosely
The same one you call friend
Will cut you for a lucy
So fuck ya'll
Only love the moments not the woman
She only fucking
For the fine dining and linen
Rappers will feed you lies
Tell you they love your music
Collab to collect your fans
Measure up your buzz and use it
None of these smiles are genuine
Don't shake my hand bastard
I'm a competitor
My objective is carving caskets
My tight circle ratchet
Take a bullet with passion
I'm all for the rapping
Not really into the fashion
Damn right this my city
Don't forget it little nigga
Bound to collect the currency
Being a hot spitter
Blood of a soldier running strong all in my veins
King of the jungle
Your bitch touching loving my mane
Listen close, make it clear
The finish line I am near
At the top of my game
With a blunt and bottle of beer
[Bridge: Creative Gold]
A problem these niggas don't wanna deal with
A well know killer
The streets gone keep it real with, right
I got it though
What they looking for
So this is what
I'm yelling out at all my shows
[Hook: Creative Gold]
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
Said I can tell x2
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
They don't want it bad x2
From the bottom I rose to the top
They try to break me down
What you don't understand
Motherfucker this here is my town
Niggas wanna hold me back
Niggas could hold this sack
Tell em I'm overrated
So the blogs don't wanna post my tracks
Get your promo dawg
Do what you gotta do
I'm mastermind of the underground
& I'm bringing the problems
Straight to you
Love to my brother Murph
'97 till heaven
Fuck boy, side dissing
I guarantee you won't catch him
Ya'll don't like me bruh ?
I don't like ya'll either
Real recognize real
Ya'll niggas need visas
Foreigners to the ghetto
Bitch I'm resident
You don't want the throne in your possession
It's so evident
I'm the one with the juice
The real juice
Baggy hoodies and cargos
Now that's a real suit
Pour the ace of spaces
Break the hearts of these pussies
Pull up to the club
Sporting diamonds you fucking rookies
[Bridge: Creative Gold]
A problem these niggas don't wanna deal with
A well know killer
The streets gone keep it real with, right
I got it though
What they looking for
So this is what
I'm yelling out at all my shows
[Hook: Creative Gold]
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
Said I can tell x2
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
They don't want it bad x2
[Verse 2: Creative Gold]
A lot of people use the word
Friend too loosely
The same one you call friend
Will cut you for a lucy
So fuck ya'll
Only love the moments not the woman
She only fucking
For the fine dining and linen
Rappers will feed you lies
Tell you they love your music
Collab to collect your fans
Measure up your buzz and use it
None of these smiles are genuine
Don't shake my hand bastard
I'm a competitor
My objective is carving caskets
My tight circle ratchet
Take a bullet with passion
I'm all for the rapping
Not really into the fashion
Damn right this my city
Don't forget it little nigga
Bound to collect the currency
Being a hot spitter
Blood of a soldier running strong all in my veins
King of the jungle
Your bitch touching loving my mane
Listen close, make it clear
The finish line I am near
At the top of my game
With a blunt and bottle of beer
[Bridge: Creative Gold]
A problem these niggas don't wanna deal with
A well know killer
The streets gone keep it real with, right
I got it though
What they looking for
So this is what
I'm yelling out at all my shows
[Hook: Creative Gold]
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
Said I can tell x2
Said I can tell
They don't want it bad x3
They don't want it bad x2
( Creative Gold )
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