Lyrics:
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
the whole bottle i'm too rugged
Steppin through drippin with ice nuggets
You can't hang
My per diem's your fuckin album budget
You know my steez, four golds
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
Yeah, long time coming, had to earn my G
Gold diggin' hoes had to learn my fee
I beat a couple cases, I'm H-O-T
I'm Snoop Dogg to the world, gotta
love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
in scraper spin it outt
got clown sum like a booss do
lookin like coo mo deep cuzin i coon (I coon)
Dark 30 Gold on premoo
off to the treman house
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
yeah
Journey, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
It's about the journey, yeah
Journey, yeah
Yeah, 2014 number one album worldwide
They said I'd be
platinum but I think the albums Gold
It goes day by day
Bad days come through then its play by play
If you got bad vibes then there's no way
I think we're
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Routine things turn to memories of gold
Ice so cold u can see that it's froze
Time flyin by now it's leavin it's gone
Sitting here in silence while I'm
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
gang, let them other niggas hang
Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
Keisha Plum
Giving you the greatest story never told
Pastry poochie, wild
Albums are going to be platinum
Grammys solid gold
Real ones in the jungle relate
Lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my
Hakuna Matata
Ohana
Osama been drinking
with intent
The greatest mind I take what's mine and then I rob for respect
I heard your album it was comedy shit
Heard it again on some commodity shit
played for it
I've been pained by it enough
Now I'm waiting for
I'm praying for the ups
All good things come in time
Good things come in time
All good
he plannin'?" (What?)
Just make sure that you got a back up plan
'Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go)
Started a label, the album is comin'
Running this year
Go on and take a seat
I said my album was a tenner
But it's not even out tho
Stuck inside this house making beats
I might need to get out
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