Lyrics to Golden Goose Freestyle
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
And you know what?
Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses
Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens
Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot
Fuck yachts, I won't stop 'til the boat's a cruise ship (What?)
'Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics
Only then will I split like I co-produced it
Lot of rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it
For crumbs, dumb niggas sold they soul to Lucian (Haha)
Universal distribution, but I own the music
Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion
Hop on every nigga song, abuse it
Catch bodies for my own amusement
Niggas cheatin' and I won't excusе it
If I said it, then I wrote it, stupid
I'm a star like thе logo on my shoes, but
These ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Gooses (Clue)
A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh
And the culprit's 26
Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road
Cole has seen more beef than them folks at Ruth Chris, uh
Teach a man how to fish and the lesson is this
Without a pole, you're useless
Catch my drift?
I'm swift on my toes, you doofus
And that's why the hoes'll choose this
They like "Can I kick it?"
Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure
But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid, uh
Or leave windows cracked, you been on that
I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact, uh
They lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)
From poison of all different sorts they usin'
If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?
When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'
That mean the bots is boostin'
Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (Woo)
Don't gamble with your life 'cause the opps is cruisin'
Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh
And I don't like those odds
So I stay in my lane
Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name
That's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed
Without a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine
But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame
I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame
Don't be silly, want the chili
Similar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain
Ayy, money bring respect in this game
Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?
Uh
Clueminati
(DJ Clue)
Desert Storm
And you know what?
Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses
Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens
Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot
Fuck yachts, I won't stop 'til the boat's a cruise ship (What?)
'Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics
Only then will I split like I co-produced it
Lot of rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it
For crumbs, dumb niggas sold they soul to Lucian (Haha)
Universal distribution, but I own the music
Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion
Hop on every nigga song, abuse it
Catch bodies for my own amusement
Niggas cheatin' and I won't excusе it
If I said it, then I wrote it, stupid
I'm a star like thе logo on my shoes, but
These ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Gooses (Clue)
A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh
And the culprit's 26
Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road
Cole has seen more beef than them folks at Ruth Chris, uh
Teach a man how to fish and the lesson is this
Without a pole, you're useless
Catch my drift?
I'm swift on my toes, you doofus
And that's why the hoes'll choose this
They like "Can I kick it?"
Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure
But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid, uh
Or leave windows cracked, you been on that
I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact, uh
They lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)
From poison of all different sorts they usin'
If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?
When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'
That mean the bots is boostin'
Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (Woo)
Don't gamble with your life 'cause the opps is cruisin'
Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh
And I don't like those odds
So I stay in my lane
Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name
That's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed
Without a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine
But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame
I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame
Don't be silly, want the chili
Similar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain
Ayy, money bring respect in this game
Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?
Uh
Clueminati
(DJ Clue)
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