[Foushée] They don´t make enough paper All this stream of thought spilling off my notebook And they don´t make the sane type anymore All my homies got problems and
[ Foushée] We self medicate What´d you do today? I stared at my phone for hours Since the city´s fucked Why don´t we twist one up Stretch out, hmm, hmm
[Foushée] They can´t take our gold fronts away
Let ´em shine They can´t take our gold fronts away Let ´em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm)
[Foushée] They don´t make enough days in a month I got plans and they´re all piled up (Ooh-ooh, yeah) And I think this year had a personal vendetta There´s always 2031
[ Foushée] We self medicate What´d you do today? I stared at my phone for hours Since the city´s fucked Why don´t we twist one up Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh
[Foushée & Lil Wayne] They can´t take our gold fronts away Let ´em shine (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey) They can´t take our gold fronts away (They can´t take my gold fronts away) Let ´em shine They can´t take our gold fronts away Let ´em shine (They can´t take my gold fronts away) Oh, oh-oh-oh Hmm, 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, no They can´t take our gold fronts away, yeah, oh, oh, oh
[Lil Wayne]
They can´t take my gold fronts They can´t take these white cups that I just poured up They can´t take these gold teeth They can´t take this gold leaf that I just rolled up They can´t take my gold blunt Can´t tape my bullet holes up Can´t take my close up They can´t break my hoes up They can´t break these shoulders Or make my quota And I´m the one they take their notes from The one they try to take their flow from And if they drip, then I´m the one that it all flows from Silence of the Lamb, don´t wake this GOAT up They can´t take the same road up
They can´t take when I roll up With both my doors up They can´t take all these chokers The gold one, the yellow gold, white gold, nor the rose one Can´t break all these boulders I broke up New one make me hate my old one New bae ate my soul up Type of shit make me fold up But I´m still ho-hum, I just can´t take it slow, huh? I just can´t fake it, no front It´s me and Fousheé They just can´t take this cold front They just can´t take my gold fronts And this is golden
[ Lil Wayne]
I´m like, "Hold up No one can take my gold fronts away No one can take my gold fronts away"