Gold

[Intro] Choppin' trees, I'm mining now Come to the mineshaft now Digging, and we goin', goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (look, uh, look) [Verse 1] All of my homies gon' mine with it In the pockets and crevices of the mountain Notch told me the power was in the tool But it prolly ain't powerful as a farm All of you lil' cowards get devoured, I'm chucking these arrows at anyone I ain't been in the shaft in a minute cause I ain't with it if the diamonds is miniature I've been mining my diamonds, I'm diamond mining I've been spending some time in the underworld 'Cuz them pigman stealin' shit and still killin' in the city of fire and it's sinister Tryna kill me and rob me for all my gold in the world, this shit really hurts Them armored players sentiment really hurtin' Cause murder's a common courtesy, for certainly Blood splatter on they shirts, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (64!) My homie doing 8+5 up in the mineshaft Talked the other day, he say he's doing fine, man He good, he gathering iron and got a pickaxe Think that's the way we play you gotta think fast Homie's 3 hearts in the game, with a face full of pure rage Eyes all white, Herobrine and it's hard to escape from the dark caves OG players from the grass and they all ages Tried defending all of their dogs, aye All these OG's nowadays they don't play Danger, creeps and mobs shit feel M-rated (Danger, creeps, and mobs shit be outrageous) Well don't get this shit fucked up, my boy Get fucked up once it'll double up I'm spitting this heat outta the furnace, triple double Open the treasure map, get the iron and huddle up Cover up, run it up, bow it up, bow! Uh...talk a lot of smack you gotta back it up Pull up like a zombie, doors crackin' up I could put the diamonds in the field, better batter up Smack 'em in the chat bodies yatter up Y-11, diamond in the rough I won't argue, my stacks fat as fuck Cause I ain't combattable, I'm cracking through the dirt That's how you know it's going- (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) {Chorus] If I run out of gold, I won't Got these diamonds I stole...from you I won't run out of gold (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) Run out of gold [Verse 2] For about a decade (Brrt) Been wearing this chest plate (Brrt) From that day that I picked a (Brrt) Diamond ore from the big cave (Brrt) From the second I press play (What?) I suggest they (What?) Do not joke like a let's play (Why?) Cause like when all the wolves came to slay (Yeah) We can just say (What?) I'm like D-R-E-A-M (Yeah) I'm pressing that S+A (S/A) (Huh?) Wait, he didn't just talk about predators and then spell out "Dream", did he? (Yup!) R-I-P him to shreds, killing Them creeps none of y'all should be living (Yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him 'Cuz he might tell the kids to dogpile me like wolves, "Get him." (Nope) And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me Ain't gonna be on no grief, silly (Yeah) I be the creeps silly, hardcore, call me Philly Feel like the end city (Why?) You think it's over, wait, it's just beginning Grief me, and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah) Used to be a lil' small, then I grew a little each day til I became God Unlike Notch, now his arms are too short to beat me at all Like damn he's small (Woo), I beat them all My new base better than your hut by far Bitch, fuck those mobs You're either a noob, or you're playing it wrong in the shaft 'Cuz you're covered in red if you're thinkin' you could touch my cart (Yeah) But if the whole server was out to get you (What?) It would turn you to a violent guy, too! They all in my house, stealing rounds of pick tools like- (Brrt) And that ain't no sound effect- (Boom) Neither was that, now it's time to let loose I don't condone no violence, not cool But I can't get these thoughts up out my head (Hey, hey, Steve, kill, kill!) They're putting swords in my chest like me when I loot! Got the most content on the continent These cocky cons are useful as copper is (Uh) They got no common sense, they incompetent I'm coppin' these cart rails so my cart can whip (Uh) Accomplishments accomplished through competition I've conquered these creepers into unconsciousness Through confidence, I'll conjure these conduits Call me CallMeCarson and I'm concocting this! (My bad) Nobody in here be touching These motherfucking diamonds Steve be clutching, the Creeper Come in the mine, feelin' heated under my feet BLU3'll bury them like an English muffin No, I mean bake mobs, put 'em in the oven Put a lava bucket in the fuel compartment Fuck around and get popped by the cleanest shooter Like I'm Alex locked in, what I mean is locking you down Coup de grâce them, right between the fucking eyes Going all in, if you think you fucking with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The creeper's fallen, a heathen, I beat the dummy I keep diminishing gold in their teeth, I'm fucking them up- (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) {Chorus] If I run out of gold, I won't Got these diamonds I stole...from you I won't run out of gold (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) Run out of gold