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yukon gold - ché (nyc) lyrics

[intro]
yo yo, yo
what the f*ck
we got jared, lord of the beats
me, lord of the raps
you already know what we on today
yellow machine, b*tch!

[verse 1]
i gotta get out the bed and get out my head
and get out the doubt
a drought came and left
and since brought a plague
a n*gga too sick, the lyrics too sl!ck
my pen and notepad is worth like two bricks
so dope you can’t scale me next to no mid
so its a clean cut, from all of that sh*t
i came with new trick
she came to get

[verse 2]
hold up, wait, ain’t no a*k*a
i’m a1, and that name engraved awol for eight years
just the shapе my sp*ce
i’m bumpin’ oj say, “aye”
while i pray “strappеd” with an a*k for the rainy days
i want the yukon gold now
you never cared what these old n*gga on ’bout
the yellow beep*boop scream and your soul bounce
and, n*ggas wanna get amped ’till the plugs out
(tell ’em what you on ’bout!)
[verse 3]
y’all stay sleepin’
i got the keys to the world in my belt loop fell let h*ll loose
derailed and failed but came back to tell truth
the champ is stamped and revamped with god’s fruit
and d*mn, they don’t understand
with my n*ggas getting jiggy four*fifty on the pants
through the city poppin’ wheelies tryna hit the promised land
and no curtains on my hurtin’ but i’m brighter where i am

[chorus]
everything is, n*gga, everything is gold
(gold)
everything is, everything is gold, yo
everything is, n*gga, everything is gold
(gold)
everything is
(huh)
everything is, everything is

[breakdown]
yo, i don’t wanna be part of this sh*t
stripped all the fakies ain’t legit
strapped two peace signs on my hip
not double digits but it really is an achilles trick
or a samson bit, when the apples bit
whatchu know is sick, swift, shift
rippin’ and runnin’ through miles so quick
they steady light, huntin’ hush, hushing the kid
feel nothing
these numbers ain’t makin’ me sick
can i keep the joy but keep the droid at peace, feast
cheap the ploy but reap the soy and wheat weeks
weaks annoyed employed to poison beats
not every oyster opens up with shiny treats
but i’m toyin’ with ’em, destroyin’ n*ggas
my demos beat out all they written and all they minions
and all in all, my aura is an orator in awe, get lifted, the bombs are kisses
and if you nod along, you bitten
there’s no rush, just trust i’m bruce wayne
these n*ggas like hush
’06 boosie when i step in the cut
22 in the coupe causin’ coups
what the f*ck
what the f*ck
what the f*ck
22 in the coupe causin’ coups
ok like
[refrain]
everything is
(huh)
everything is gold, yo
everything is, n*gga, everything is gold, yo
everything is, n*gga, everything is gold, yo
everything is
everything is
everything is
(oh)

[bridge]
i want it bad
i want the light
i want what we had
i want the god
i want the
i want it bad
i’m like, oh

[outro]
yellow machine is now offline

- che nyc lyrics

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