#alecw

- Rap Crave - nation after nation, you n*ggas remain powerless keep on dissin the government probably gon die in a minute crack pipes, n*gga that's the vaccine everybody crack theme killer story be told layin on the floors killed in front Compton liquor store intruders wit they machete army sh*t, guns feelin heavy the bullets go faster then your 190 blood spillin, loud cryin, war zones violence the realist is gon make a killin thought hip hop was dead, bout to make it start breathin gold$kin is the name stop actin like you the hottest/ coldest in the game cuz I'm in your way but I'm the best, and that ain't gon change you rappers get scared, when I start bring the flames hardest rhymes I write, just figure what n*ggas say actin like your rhymes hard, explains why I kill em all that's the rap crave

just know that baby/ when gold$kin makes it/ rich life, paparazzi/ ain't nothin different/ you by my side/ and keepin it right/ them other b*tches gotta think twice/ we got each others hearts/ and baby them b*tches can't break that apart/ sip on that liquor & lean mix/ Laura party's too much/ livin off that lean sh*t.

you can't just/ drink away our love/ drunken nights/ baby they were our party nights/ but b*tches can cry now/ b*tches that say they love me/ are the b*tches that comin for the gold chains and money/ keep on sayin/ love me, little bit/ love me/ cuz baby when them other b*tches say it, it don't mean sh*t/ smiles upon her face/ she's says leave this to the pros/ pills & gets stoned/ pills probably mollies poppin/ that Lean mixed wit Juice box sippin/ medical sh*t smokin/ this party, b*tches want gold$kin/ baby says they can't have me/ only she loves me.

- King Flow - tell me, who killed who hood still doin drive by's and grand theft ain't nothing new need a cup of lean twisted off my lady dreams liquor to the right, coke to the left, wit auntie collard greens mollies poppin Feds give a - if I'm still drug sellin these n*ggas won't get arrested as soon I reply to they disses they feelin threaten I won't kill a n*gga few dollars in my pocket went from taking kicks to taking teachers wallets spent all that money, got my education now you the one who retarded teachers act like I won't f*ckin make it but my biggest fans is gon be they own f*ckin children you won't get radio play, my sh*t conquers better know if I diss you, your fans throwin out your records king flow, sh*t more dangerous dissin society and they didnt even notice it lean n*gga I need sip purple and orange ask what the f*ck the recipe is G-O-L-D comin at these n*ggas necks gold$kin puttin they rap careers to rest sn*tches get shot up, if they don't shut up acting like I didn't send them shots, n*gga waddup this is what I want kids to do get they guns and aim at the teachers in school cops ain't doin sh*t, intimidated by few little dudes what a joke, I wasn't serious n*ggas write just to make money how you say you Muslim but look like a hippy how you say you friends wit Q but roll wit 40 bars this is just practice rich n*gga, but they sayin we ain't payin taxes Gold$kin, with the King Flow they say my rhymes filled wit madness you probably gonna quit rapping after this http://goldskin21.tumblr.com