Golden Goose Freestyle

[Intro: DJ Clue]

DJ Clue

Desert Storm

And you know what?

[Verse: J. Cole & DJ Clue]

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

Lotta rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it

For crumbs, dumb niggas sold their 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 Goose’s (Clue)

A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh

And the culprit’s 2-6

Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road

Cole has seen more beef than the folks at Ruth's 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 witcha 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, it’s why I walk around

Doley as if ain’t nothin' changed without a chain on my frame

Niggas can 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 chilly (Chilli), 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?

[Outro: J. Cole & DJ Clue]

Mm (Clueminati)

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