Samson

[Hook:]

Big beard, big box

Never thought it turn into a Maybach

It's a cold world, we all know the answer

Gold on my neck, call me Samson

Money, money, money every day that my beard grows

[Verse 1:]

Rap prince behind dark tints

Americana paisley prints, the cities Clark Kent

S on my chest, C on my fitted

G's on my denim, John Lennon shades

Styrofoam filled with lemonade

Surf and turf dinner plate

Came from a bitter place, now I'm on rich estates

Seven thousand acre escape

Jackson wool jacket cape

Gold drape off my collar

Beard longer than Samson's

Hand strutin' with the la-la

Went from broke to a baller

Spokes on the Impala, young Sinatra

BCG rat pack, Visvim backpack filled with dollars

Made money from being honest and these fake niggas hate it

That a real nigga made it, off of no favors

Now I'm in that farm house, far out, with no neighbors

Got more haters than money problems

Cause every day my beard grows, the money follows

Long beard, don't care, let the money pile up

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[Verse 2:]

The child of the sun, so I shine like one

Intelligent rap nigga, so I rhyme like one

Never clung to dumb niggas, I never minded them

Always plain Jane'd my wrist, I never diamonded them

But I always take risks, that's how my life begun

One mother, one sister, without a bite or crumb

That's why I write on this paper and give my life to them

And stack all this paper like I'm recycling

Why I attract all these haters, I'm just a righteous man

Maybe cause they MC Lyte, paper thin

But I give 'em the Stevie J rap face or the paper grin

Won't let these niggas stop my hair growth on my chinny chin

Money long like Kevin Durant

F you niggas who said I can't

Hold up, f you niggas again

That's just how I'm feeling man

Straight up, I just don't be caring, this cold world we in

So I'mma get this paper until the very end

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