Fousheé - gold fronts (feat. Lil Wayne)

Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmmHmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmmThey don't make enough paperAll this stream of thought spilling off my notebookAnd they don't make the sane type anymoreAll my homies got problems andWe self-medicateWhat'd you do today?I stared at my phone for hoursSince the city's fuckedWhy don't we twist one upStretch out, hmm, hmmThey can't take our gold fronts awayLet 'em shineThey can't take our gold fronts away (hmm, hmm-hmm)Let 'em shine (hmm, hmm-hmm)They don't make enough days in a monthI got plans and they're all piled up (ooh-ooh, yeah)And I think this year had a personal vendettaThere's always 2031We self-medicateWhat'd you do today?I laid here for hours and hoursSince the city's fuckedWhy don't we twist one upStretch out, out, ooh-oohThey can't take our gold fronts awayLet 'em shineThey can't take our gold fronts away(They can't take my gold fronts away)Let 'em shineThey can't take our gold fronts awayLet 'em shine (they can't take my gold fronts away)Oh, oh-oh-ohHmm, hmm (they can't take my gold fronts away)Hmm-hmm, they can't take (they can't take my gold fronts away)They can't take our, noThey can't take our gold fronts away, yeah, oh, oh, ohThey can't take my gold frontsThey can't take these white cups that I just poured upThey can't take these gold teethThey can't take this gold leaf that I just rolled upThey can't take my gold bluntCan't tape my bullet holes upCan't take my close upThey can't break my hoes upThey can't break these shouldersOr make my quotaAnd I'm the one they take their notes fromThe one they try to take their flow fromAnd if they drip, then I'm the one that it all flows fromSilence of the Lamb, don't wake this GOAT upThey can't take the same road upThey can't take when I roll upWith both my doors upThey can't take all these chokersThe gold one, the yellow gold, white gold, nor the rose oneCan't break all these boulders I broke upNew one make me hate my old oneNew bae ate my soul upType of shit make me fold upBut I'm still ho-hum, I just can't take it slow, huh?I just can't fake it, no frontIt's me and FousheéThey just can't take this cold frontThey just can't take my gold frontsAnd this is goldenI'm like, "Hold upNo one can take my gold fronts awayNo one can take my gold fronts away"