Piano Music Lyrics
Woo
Fountain of youth
May our legacies live forever
Hunh
All my niggas quiet
But we burning loud
Makaveli to the max
Never turn it down
Mac 11 in a Benz
How you like me now
I run the city so my
Closet look like Nike Town
Niggas talking like
Bitches is it my income
Am I f**king your bitches
Is it official
My nigga did a dime
Didn't learn a thing from it
Came home in two weeks got him a 600
Get a text from the boss
You know them bricks coming
Chicks at the beach house
Like they gonna miss something
From the churches I rose
Only loving the dough
From the Chevy to Rolls
Now it's fur on the floor
Smoke an ounce of the
Truth that's my fountain of youth
R I P to Mr Shakur
This one is for you
Nippsey Hussle and
I got my nigga Stalley on it
Double MG burning out in Cali on it
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
These rap books buried in gold
The treasure of a million men
Versace shades trimmed in gold
My life's big like them cameras explode
Capture this rags to
Riches story that I unfold
The youth fountain for
The few counting
Made money but who's counting
It's hard stunting living
In subsidized housing
Every bag you bring though the door
Dude's counting
And every new girl you bring through
Dude's hounding
They want your youth
So they watch your moves
From your pinky ring
Down to how you lace your shoes
Rope chains with the precious jewels
The dope game had impression rules
What they did with cocaine
And a couple spoons
Had the whole hood acting like goons
Trying to be the richest
Trying to the be flyest
Claim to be balling
End up like Len Bias
Screaming from the bottom of this
Fountain here nothing but silence
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Laces in my blue Chucks
Represent my bros first
Staring at my Rollie bezel
As I soul search
Run this money marathon
Til my soles hurt
But no materials could measure
What my soul's worth
I wanted everything
Feel like I had no choice
Young niggas wishing
On a star like Rose Royce
Being honest killing mamas
When we sold work
I made a promise
Give me options and I cold turkey
Sick of sitting on the
Side while it's game point
Recurring dream tryna
Scream but ain't had no voice
Crazy lady speaking tongues
Said it's gon' work
Never vocalize my visions
Actions was my spokesperson
Study rich niggas' moves
Like my homework
Sacrilegious; however
Streets was my own church
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental