Issue No 151 Silk Shirts Yellow Gold Lyrics
Silk Shirts & Yellow Gold by Issue No. 151
Feat. Buckwild
(Verse)
Flow ride blockin' your third eye where birds fly
Thoughts alerted like sheep's herded, observe why disturb life
Frequency speakin' the truth
It's whateva, fam, we can share wisdom or shoot
Staring out the window, lookin' at the soul of the community
But niggas probably think I'm grillin', so they wanna shoot at me
Modern mathematics equal suspect addition
Suspicious niggas stll get sliced over suspicion
I don't have friends, I got family and acquaintances
This ship we got on deck will get you higher than my maintenances
It's dangerous, sayn a scene in many forms
Friends turned to strangers, these days we're whipin' rangers
Crippin' gauges, flippin' pages in the book of life
Crooked knife, keepin' it thrife, I bring excellence
Flexin' tents leavin' out prints throughout Lexington
I'm at the dealership, about to cop' a Lex again
We'll never be pedestrians, let's scribble text again
Tiguana chips take tips, fuckin with Mexicans
Then hop back on the plane, smellin' like the killer
Diareea for dealer, homie, I keep it realer
(Hook)
Late night, shakin' and movin', we cruisin'
Fiends out, fuckin' with white rocks, abusin'
Lifestyle mostly this type file, confusing
Lifestyle, everything's hype now, allusive
I play the nightshift if night spiff would listen to me
Standin' on the meth, ain't nobody picture for me
From the streets, to the paper and back
It's all poison, I always keep my vision intact
(Verse)
Yo, silk shirts and yellow gold
Speak ? my struggle's ?
My niggas bubble o's and still move out the jungle dough
The love of clothes materialistic, really a misfit
I can't addapt to basic, I chase it dearly, I miss it
Really a biscuit, not as mars a comfort when I'm bumpin'
Gold gots inside of o-clocks, will leave you slumptin'
Nothing's stopin' us but Malcolm and my relationship
Countin' stacks, we makin' rep, so now we makin' paper flip
Aim sideways, and fly shades, maneuver graciously
Mountain tops gizzled in stone, that's where my face will be
Courageously conquering concrete for street knowledge
My speech polished, big dollars and cents
My father's intense, ride for the cents, raw on the bench
Shine for the block, shoot for the team
Lust for the dream, hustle for cream
Talent speaks violence and scenes
It's all perception, ain't no question niggas rappin' fo' queens
(Hook)
Late night, shakin' and movin', we cruisin'
Fiends out, fuckin' with white rocks, abusin'
Lifestyle mostly this type file, confusing
Lifestyle, everything's hype now, allusive
I play the nightshift if night spiff would listen to me
Standin' on the meth, ain't nobody picture for me
From the streets, to the paper and back
It's all poison, I always keep my vision intact
(Verse)
Flow ride blockin' your third eye where birds fly
Thoughts alerted like sheep's herded, observe why disturb life
Frequency speakin' the truth
It's whateva, fam, we can share wisdom or shoot
Staring out the window, lookin' at the soul of the community
But niggas probably think I'm grillin', so they wanna shoot at me
Modern mathematics equal suspect addition
Suspicious niggas stll get sliced over suspicion
I don't have friends, I got family and acquaintances
This ship we got on deck will get you higher than my maintenances
It's dangerous, sayn a scene in many forms
Friends turned to strangers, these days we're whipin' rangers
Crippin' gauges, flippin' pages in the book of life
Crooked knife, keepin' it thrife, I bring excellence
Flexin' tents leavin' out prints throughout Lexington
I'm at the dealership, about to cop' a Lex again
We'll never be pedestrians, let's scribble text again
Tiguana chips take tips, fuckin with Mexicans
Then hop back on the plane, smellin' like the killer
Diareea for dealer, homie, I keep it realer
(Hook)
Late night, shakin' and movin', we cruisin'
Fiends out, fuckin' with white rocks, abusin'
Lifestyle mostly this type file, confusing
Lifestyle, everything's hype now, allusive
I play the nightshift if night spiff would listen to me
Standin' on the meth, ain't nobody picture for me
From the streets, to the paper and back
It's all poison, I always keep my vision intact
(Verse)
Yo, silk shirts and yellow gold
Speak ? my struggle's ?
My niggas bubble o's and still move out the jungle dough
The love of clothes materialistic, really a misfit
I can't addapt to basic, I chase it dearly, I miss it
Really a biscuit, not as mars a comfort when I'm bumpin'
Gold gots inside of o-clocks, will leave you slumptin'
Nothing's stopin' us but Malcolm and my relationship
Countin' stacks, we makin' rep, so now we makin' paper flip
Aim sideways, and fly shades, maneuver graciously
Mountain tops gizzled in stone, that's where my face will be
Courageously conquering concrete for street knowledge
My speech polished, big dollars and cents
My father's intense, ride for the cents, raw on the bench
Shine for the block, shoot for the team
Lust for the dream, hustle for cream
Talent speaks violence and scenes
It's all perception, ain't no question niggas rappin' fo' queens
(Hook)
Late night, shakin' and movin', we cruisin'
Fiends out, fuckin' with white rocks, abusin'
Lifestyle mostly this type file, confusing
Lifestyle, everything's hype now, allusive
I play the nightshift if night spiff would listen to me
Standin' on the meth, ain't nobody picture for me
From the streets, to the paper and back
It's all poison, I always keep my vision intact