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d$wiss – gold mines lyrics

woah
always been a n+gga with the flow
really eye+ing nearly all the hoes
always been the n+gga they would laugh at
where the cash at
i ain’t really have a pocket full of doe
nowadays a young n+gga stepping out the maseratti
eye+ing at me
suicidal way i’m opening the doors
k!lling all these rappers in the game
i ain’t do it for the fame
but everything i’m touching turning into gold
n+gga you know i been hustling
to get mama a crib
and i can’t wait to see the look
that i’m a put upon her face
when i’m throwing her the keys
to mercedes
and i tell her she won’t have to work another f+cking day
realist n+gga i ain’t need a co+sign
ready go time
f+ck around and make waves in a low tide
i, go for gold like i’m digging gold mines
and these, haters hate i don’t pay them no mind no

pre+chorus;
co+sign
go time
low tide
gold mines

chorus;
realist n+gga i ain’t need a co+sign
tell them haters that it’s ready go time
f+ck around and make waves
in a low tide
i go for gold like i’m digging gold mines
gold mines
gold mines
gold mines
like i’m digging gold mines
gold mines
gold mines
i go for gold like i’m digging gold mines

they watching the growth of a goat
they ain’t seen no n+ggas better
i’m better than most, uh
church n+ggas thought i was a church n+gga
till i pulled up outside inside of a ghost, uh
all black with the broads in it, yeah
windows and they all tinted
the ice vivid paint a whole ice image
when they looking at me yeah they all squinting
n+ggas need to give me street cred
n+ggas need to give me motherf+cking street cred
n+ggas love to steal sh+t, talk to me bout a b+tch
4’5 aiming steady at your clique head, woah
music’s how i’m getting all of this bread
diss me yeah you better know the diss dead
i’m locked in so when i comb through
n+ggas better realize i’m the n+gga that they did dread
nah
they ain’t believing in me
i’m dropping fire don’t tire yeah that’s the demon in me
i keep the brothers so brotherly close
brother better realize we ain’t brothers if you ain’t eating with me
nah
go for broke or go shy
labels ain’t giving it, rich n+ggas ain’t giving it up
flipping the game ain’t giving a f+ck
the staircase flow way a n+gga stepping it up
feeling the luck
swag cold dressing it up
you try keep up n+gga but you messing it up
but nah
not me, probably the hottest g
swag date back way before b.c
i been done had hits way before vv
n+gga outta this world call me e.t
now a n+gga drop tops on this horse gt
and all these old heads n+ggas wanna be like me

pre+chorus;
co+sign
go time
low tide
gold mines

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