Yeah

It's God Goldin
AKA Polo Rogers

AKA can't no one stop us

It's Campaign Rich
We're lyrical mobsters...

She like name is God Goldin (WOW)

And word around town
Is that you got style

Rhyming over
Your iPod 5
With flows by the piles
And I heard you touch clouds
Come on

Don Cornelius flow
Hop on my soul train...

Rap and Jazz
Spit like I'm Coltrane
Stimulate you fast
Minus the cocaine
Never profane
It's fire, No propane

Sick like a cold came
But never left

Yeah I'm sick with both hands
Switch to the left

And my team's like
Yes

Cause it feels so
Right

But its just like
Chess

& The King is in
Sight

I can foresee
So heres so insight
Cause
What you don't expect
From this young black knight

Is I'll dethrone your rights
And leave you lapped twice

You tell me i'm nice
And you play me back twice

I'm
THC squared
Taking you to newer heights

I'm rhyming in the air
Got on new air nikes

I elevate the low
Cause we got fewer lights

Show and prove what I do
When I get behind mics

I'm the key
On the string of Ben Franklin's Kite
So when it's dark
GOLDIN can always bring the light

Got heart
Never Start
But I can end a fight

Sun sparks when I talk
I can end the night

Alaska should go ahead and just
Off with a higher for life
Cause I'm high off life
Rolling my dice

They say I can't hit Jackpot
Unless luck strikes
But if luck ducks twice
That means that something ain't nice? (Please)

I'm on this plane
And I'm on this flight

I promise that success is really in my sight

& I can care less about a damn blight

It's God Goldin
And my future is just too bright

PEACE