21 Gold St.
[Verse: J. Monty]
Been gone to long I need a kill
I let you rappers eat my meals
Came back to show my king is real
This just must be how freedom feels
I had to do a brief recon
Now I've seen why you drown Celine Dion
Demons in my head like Sweeney Todd
Now I’m clapping back like Vietnam
I had to read a psalm speak to God beat the odds
Cause my flow cold like I drink Freon
You lost your salt you need season
21 gold the street we on

Fight for freedom we are bright to be the light to street
Outside they see me but the dynasty for higher kings
I'm flying high just like I’m Michael's feet in ‘93
Or probably take from China east back to Dubai at least
Saw you but food that’s all full
The law could sue you that’s lawsuit
I state the fact like God do
Then I take you back like prom suit
They don’t want me to win a monsoon
The blood come for me I’m Piru
Y’all fell for the fake I’m Rondo
Came back from the dead I’m John Snow
It’s free for season, I need no reason to keep on preaching the streets, so eager to see more freedom
I defeat enemies with the beat like I’m Liam Neeson
If there be no Jesus then we both heathen
So if we be lowkey then
Heaven is something we won’t see
Like Deandre Jordan on a free throw spreeing
We be heading straight for Hades not the Haiti where they creole speaking
But to the Hades where they feast on demons that’s real talk
I got
Music for your stereo, type
Like a black man with a black gat coming back for your life
Like a white cop when he fire off when he flashing those lights
I do it, I do it for life
Started rapping when I was barely eleven years old
Now these rappers calling the devil and selling their souls
I hate the devil imma rebel I never could fold in
I’m pursuing destiny just like Kelly and Rowland
Surround you with the flow like you fell in the ocean
Make you clean the boat like a felon with four kids
Steady floating through the men that was separate and chosen
Y’all forgot to multiply like some celibate roaches
Back in the day until he was selling me roaches
Now I’m staying with the word like intelligent spokesmen
Came to tell a dying people that heaven is open
And all because his body was severed and broken
[Outro: Koryn Hawthorne]
Ohhhh
Hmmmm
Ohhhhhh
Imma wait on freedom's call
Imma wait on freedom's call
When I walk the streets of gold
Hear freedoms call
Ima wait on freedoms call
Freedom's call
Streets of gold
Freedom's call