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