In the Morning Streets of Gold by Kevin1100 Lyrics
(Kevin1100)
When you on' streets of gold, streets of gold/
Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on/
But the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome/
…Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
Chill with my niggas from around the corner/
Reminisce with my homies from my alma matas/
Hit a couple licks, split it with my mama/ (with my baby mama)
Might spend a little bit on marijuana/
And maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
And maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
Girl, I ain’t got no mo' room in my car for you/
But baby I'll ride to the bar whichu/
Or you and yo friends meet me my friends/
…At my homeboy's barbecue/
See plenty hoes fine, I'on fall for that/
They told me to call, but never call me back/
“But this Brazilian weave,” I'm too raw for that/
And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods/
Livin' life like every nigga should/
She met me as a boy - I became a man/
Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission ain't quittin/
All she need is love, not Sex & Drugs/
All she want is a man, but every niggas a thug…and at the end of the day/
…She just another woman I love/
And she love me back/
I got sisters from the same mister/
A momma who don’t like drama/
A granny who ain’t even know I was rappin/
Or thinking bout trappin, I'll do what I can for my fam/
Even clapping at niggas who don’t understand/
There's a law that we live by/
A code we be keeping/
I hope you ain't sleeping, they counting the sheep/
They watchin TV…These niggas ain't listened to me/
When you on’ Streets of gold, streets of gold/
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on/
But the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome/
…Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
Chill with my niggas from around the corner/
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/
Hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama/
Might spend a little bit on marijuana/
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
Maybe we should, put another L in the air…/
For the niggas dumping shells from them glass houses…./
Put another L in the air…/
For the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses/
And if you don't smoke, get high off life/
Nigga, pass the peace, I'm tryn'a spark the light/
Write it down and spit it in the mic/
Play it back. See what it sound like, and that's loud right/
Because, they say that time is money, it's calling, you don't listen/
Gold and glitter glisten, but niggas don't know difference/
Lob a couple bullets, live lawless/
Or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his mission/
So I'ma spend this money till I'm satisfied/
I know it ain't real, but I still fantasize/
Of stacking dead prez, while I'm still alive/
We ain't never ever gonna die, or be victimized/
Rather be chillin, could be working, but I rather relax/
Time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm/
Define the system when I'm rippin these tracks/
And divine wisdom keep earth intact/
And no reversing that/
Even When you on streets of gold, streets of gold/
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on/
But the wheels are chrome/ (the wheels are chrome)
…Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
Chill with my niggas from around the corner/
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/
Hit a couple licks, for my baby mama/
Might spend a little bit on marijuana/
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Money on the rise and we fuck sometimes/
I just be rappin' what is happenin'/
Evoking old emotions sometimes/
I spit my mind so fuck my job ya'll can have this shit/
I'll build my own establishment/
And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit/
That I ain't even had to get/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
When you on' streets of gold, streets of gold/
Don’t nobody care whatchu riding on/
But the wheels are chrome, the wheels are chrome/
…Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
Chill with my niggas from around the corner/
Reminisce with my homies from my alma matas/
Hit a couple licks, split it with my mama/ (with my baby mama)
Might spend a little bit on marijuana/
And maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
And maybe(baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
Girl, I ain’t got no mo' room in my car for you/
But baby I'll ride to the bar whichu/
Or you and yo friends meet me my friends/
…At my homeboy's barbecue/
See plenty hoes fine, I'on fall for that/
They told me to call, but never call me back/
“But this Brazilian weave,” I'm too raw for that/
And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods/
Livin' life like every nigga should/
She met me as a boy - I became a man/
Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission ain't quittin/
All she need is love, not Sex & Drugs/
All she want is a man, but every niggas a thug…and at the end of the day/
…She just another woman I love/
And she love me back/
I got sisters from the same mister/
A momma who don’t like drama/
A granny who ain’t even know I was rappin/
Or thinking bout trappin, I'll do what I can for my fam/
Even clapping at niggas who don’t understand/
There's a law that we live by/
A code we be keeping/
I hope you ain't sleeping, they counting the sheep/
They watchin TV…These niggas ain't listened to me/
When you on’ Streets of gold, streets of gold/
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on/
But the wheels are chrome the wheels are chrome/
…Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
Chill with my niggas from around the corner/
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/
Hit a couple licks, wit my baby mama/
Might spend a little bit on marijuana/
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
And baby we can buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
Maybe we should, put another L in the air…/
For the niggas dumping shells from them glass houses…./
Put another L in the air…/
For the hoes working hard enough to turn to spouses/
And if you don't smoke, get high off life/
Nigga, pass the peace, I'm tryn'a spark the light/
Write it down and spit it in the mic/
Play it back. See what it sound like, and that's loud right/
Because, they say that time is money, it's calling, you don't listen/
Gold and glitter glisten, but niggas don't know difference/
Lob a couple bullets, live lawless/
Or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his mission/
So I'ma spend this money till I'm satisfied/
I know it ain't real, but I still fantasize/
Of stacking dead prez, while I'm still alive/
We ain't never ever gonna die, or be victimized/
Rather be chillin, could be working, but I rather relax/
Time is tickin, rhymes and rhythm/
Define the system when I'm rippin these tracks/
And divine wisdom keep earth intact/
And no reversing that/
Even When you on streets of gold, streets of gold/
Don't nobody care whatchu riding on/
But the wheels are chrome/ (the wheels are chrome)
…Might hit the carwash at 3 in the morning/
Chill with my niggas from around the corner/
Reminisce with the homies from my alma matas/
Hit a couple licks, for my baby mama/
Might spend a little bit on marijuana/
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and just pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Prolly cop a strap or two you know I'm down to ride/
And if only we could buy our way to heaven, and would pray we never die/
Living for the lord, with an angel on my side/
Money on the rise and we fuck sometimes/
I just be rappin' what is happenin'/
Evoking old emotions sometimes/
I spit my mind so fuck my job ya'll can have this shit/
I'll build my own establishment/
And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit/
That I ain't even had to get/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/
And I hope I don't die today/
Too much shit I got to do, I got to find a way/
Only getting high just to get away/
Only getting high just to get away/