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B-Hump
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The Gold
[Intro]
[Verse 1:B-Hump] The way I lay these lines down, it reminds them of the blow days Sunday's, another day to cook cocaine They say this skill is a blessing, but I'm profane Y'all pray I'm a predator; on leather seats no stain Hydroplaning to Wells fargo Trying to manifest five hundred mill in these cargos Double or nothin', to kill ya hype down You the illest in the room, if I put my mic down And I rather hear the silence Gulping on some grown man shit, y'all childish I'm not a meteorologist, I ain't trying to debate the coldest I treat the shit for what it is, I just mold it Art nigga Tear any rapper apart nigga, the redeemer standing above the charts nigga Y'all ain't ready to beef, nah I'm too raw nigga
[Hook: B-Hump] I've been wearing the silver for too long I don't care who bring the bronze home I got my eye on the gold, I'm in the zone Platinum in the future, but for now I want the gold I want the gold [3X] I want the gold
[Verse 2: B-Hump] Good luck to the follow act Cuz I'm killing this shit, no hollow caps Fuck ya hand claps, and applauses My talent, haven't even blossomed But competition is still playing possum Seems like I'm a fucking God, be cautious 'Cause you don't wanna say some shit that's nonsense I flow back atcha, without a conscience I'm so nonchalant when im launching You don't wanna pause a comma or an ellipsis I got a different stroke 'Whatchu talking bout Willis?' Why you talking bout hundreds, when we tryna make millions? Why you persuading men?, we recruiting women Pick a different strategy, we winning Check mate, shoot the pawns Kidnap the queen We gods, with pockets full of dreams
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B-Hump] Some just want better, I just want the best The doctors never seen a heart like I possess I don't believe in spirits but damn, I'm possessed There's some type of monster hiding in his flesh Always tryna excel Go large today and tomorrow I'm XL I'm apparel sizing life up, guns and knifes up Ready to conquer any obstacles that strike up I'm nice huh? Lucky libra fucking zebras and mix breeds I like them on top doing 6 speeds Cu- cu- cut the brake lines Only deal with those with great minds Something like mines I'm the next gen Jay, but I write mines Well, at least for right now Running laps handing myself the batton Ice cubes, on top of Paul Masson
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