Touch of Gold

They be talking some numbers  I want all the commas I'm cold like the winter  I kept undercover  Came up with my brothers When times were much tougher We came for the bands Never needed the drummer I don't mean no bother  We ain't like no other  Turn up the bass Turn up the sound let me spray I need to put them on game Change up the wave  They aint as slick as they say Ive been balling all summer  I came from the come up We running the sum up The bread needed spread Had to get to the butter the gutter  Was tougher but other then that  It was nothing  A stunner I pulled out and flexed When my mother  Be balling in jets  With my brothers I pray for the tun up We tun up  Get lit like no other We prayed for the best In a way Keeping my range Wanted a rover with tints Just to block out the shade I'm different okay  F*ck it I love it I get in in and out and get paid They be bluffing  One hundred assumptions  Aint nothing  It dont really bother me Say the game is the game  So I play either way Play the game like monopoly  They aint no stopping me Running these beats I can't sleep till I speak  All my thoughts they get deep Trying to reach for my dream Like the wraith and the stars I just wanted a peak I just wanted to see Just a touch of the gold Now they wanna copy my flow Now they know  Never wanted no problems Dilemmas and options I picked what I had to I did the subtraction Before we start adding These niggahs is backwards Their playing themselves I've been playing it stealth I've been watching the actions I will never get pulled where the energy static I dreamed of it lavish I wanted the mansion as big the palace They hope I dont manage  They hope that the truth will just vanish They say its a talent I say its a balance It's working with patience to get to the Paper I been through the challenges Lights on the camera I just embarrass them I just keep going and flowing Like theres no tomorrow  My heart on the pad Thats the magic in motion I'm going  Like I can't be slowing  I've got to go get on it My bruvah he told me to hold it The crown on my head They can doubt but iam out iam ahead  Ima king ima bout what I said I can't fake I aint down to pretend I'm too real for the fakes I just feel that there doubting again Never change I'm devoted  From pulling up blanks in a bank To a tank of a band in my hand I got plans to make bands On some bands  Watch the haters turn fan to a fan Had a plan for the gang