What's Golden

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I work the pen to make the ink transform

On any particular surface the pen lands on

Zaakir is hands-on, what's the beef?

The Cooley High Cochise high post techniques

I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes

Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint

Then design what have a National Geographic a magic

With tailor-made status and plus flavor that's automatic, huh

We're not balling

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holding onto what's golden

("On a stage I rage, and I'm rollin'")

We're not balling, or shot calling

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holding onto what's golden

("On a stage I rage, and I'm rollin'")

Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame

Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same

No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang

We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame

We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple

We pass participles, and smash the artist in you

The saga continues, this I won't get into

'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through

Yo

We still the same with a little fame

A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed

We in the game yo, but not to be vain

I refrain from salt grains to season up my name

We entertain for a mutual game from close range

Steady aim, I drum at your head to hit the brain

I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar

Work for mines, pay me by the hour

We're not balling

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holding onto what's golden

("On a stage I rage, and I'm rollin'")

We're not balling, or shot calling

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holding onto what's golden

("On a stage I rage, and I'm rollin'")

(Music, hip-hop music)

(Music, hip-hop music)