Gold platinum and Ice Lyrics

Ay Nio, show them what's up

Yeah, check, see

Low times, lonely night, I still rep for my team

Last breed of the realest ones that ever lived

Big stepper in my city, ain't no one like me

I'm the type to do it once on plan A, no B

I don't play on this beat

Only time that I did was when I was killing this

Beat

Trench kid from the ghetto, all I got was a project

Dream

Mom stressing, dad was slacking in the kitchen

Nothing is cooking, the stove is on zero degrees

Went to mercury, brought back the burners that

Came with all of this heat

Life done plunged my sides so many times and it's

Water I bleed

Devil in my ears telling me this life is a curse

Angels in Seraphim whispering, life is a gift

Too many wrong turns brought me closer to God

Now it's Holy Ghost fire season until I empty

These clips

Woah, sit back and relax bro

Heard they're slipping on me, gave em pillows to doze on

Sleep is the cousin of death, no plan to doze off

If I stay woke, sure thing, I'ma go for it

I take yours too, cause that is mine

I fell off many times and I double bounced

Standing on a higher ground, made a milli off the

Gram

Now the streets held me up on high demand

Ooh, my heart is made of gold, a rare gem

Sitting above titanium and ice, and stay froze

While I stay on my tippy toes

Young and reckless, walking around with a snotty

Nose

Co working with Caine, they're making profit off Your head

If Abel already knew, then he would be the first

One to slay

It's still blood stain on your hands, but in a

Different way

The world is that cold

Carry you all on my back like my backbones

I ain't just cappin, y'all know that I'm that bold

The Burna on my nor-wish came with a capital B

From Mercury with the heat

Such sacrifices came with a capital S

Probably why God still blessing me still

With all these millions that came with a capital M

Boys too dope, is he going off the migos

Why every ghetto barbie have his name on their

Lips like lip gloss

They keep wondering if he's truly Africa

Yoruba boy with no kaftan, hoodie dress and a

Duffel bag

Welcome to my country, the Naira land

We may have to took off together, but I'm lost out of space and I never land

The highest stream on my first album, butterfly in DC was in Netherlands

About to run you up on this Naira plan

Diplomatic hustler, got my suitcase back from Chinatown

Posted on a confidential contract in Afghanistan

I don't want to know my ops

One phone call to my cousin

And all you see is an army with no uniforms

Once I choose a rhythm, they play you with the

Tunes

It's not my reggae and definitely not my blues

Yeah I'm about that life, I'm a bonafide hustler

Under my black skin is the real me

So if black don't crack, under the sun ima go for it

If it rains then I will tell you about the nights that I

Cried for it

Day or night time, I got my ten toes bleeding

Cause I run for it

The quest was the devil's eye

I went through hell and then I rip it off

Nothing can stop me, I'm that deep

Applying all this pressure

You feel all that heat