[Lyric] Gold feat. Patagonist Kai Andrew$ (Amar Miller)

[Verse 1: Amar Miller]
Fuck it I’m back, boutta get this shit again
Still, I’m on ten
I’ma big stepper like Timbs
Tryna move forward like Vince
Put that on wax
Tell em all to meet me at the rim
Don’t try to play me
I ain’t running with a lot
I don’t really give a fuck about safety
Fuck you, pay me
(Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t never been flexing but a youngin came back with some gold
I ain’t even talking nothing ‘bout a stack you can roll
Kept my back to the road, stayed grounded
‘cause I’m like FootLocker way I’m packing the soul
Just happened to go
Call me Banksy off of Bancroft
They can talk, but I stay tall, in the same car
In my lane dawg, ain’t no O2 when your flame off
This an ode to
All the days we never take off
Now I got gold, finna split it wit my princess
I don’t give two fucks about it, ain’t no mistress
Stay winning, ‘member all the days we been stressed
Really I be scared of myself, please don’t make me knock you senseless
This that real shit, ain’t even really balling
I ain’t even really bought it
Now I got they heads nodding
Found some peace inside the garden
I can’t shed no fake blood, a youngin ain’t James Harden
[Chorus: Amar Miller & Kai Andrew$]
I’m made for all of this shit
I’ma put it on gold, to the bank with all of this shit
I’ma need everything I’m made for all of this shit
You ain’t never earn that, you be faking all of that shit

[Verse 2: Kai Andrew$]
Look
Me I don’t miss, gotta hit that shit
And I got drip bruh, my shit to crisp
Nigga I'm lit, ain't got time for a lame ass brode
She a bitch (mhm)
I’ve been on rap ever since–ever since that’s it
Gotta get bag, on christ, I’ma boss in this shit
Ain't gotta put on a suit and a tie just to talk my shit
Can’t trust you guys, niggas ain’t inside
Niggas on the court-side on bench
I can tell you was a snake ‘cause I hate that stench
And I fucked around with the sauce now I’m drenched in it
Walking around like I’m RDJ
Went and got jack from Japan now I floss in it
On blue silk looking like blue suede
Can’t relate them dudes two faced

[Chorus: Amar Miller & Kai Andrew$]
I’m made for all of this shit
I’ma put it on gold, to the bank with all of this shit
I’ma need everything I’m made for all of this shit
You ain’t never earn that, you be faking all of that shit
[Verse 3: Patagonist]
I can’t stop and I won’t stop, so I don’t stop
Did a post job, made a drop like the post office
Found the one stone and two birds they was post caughin
Quarantined in my mind they was both lost in
Had demon in my ear saying “Just drop it.”
Had a angel in my ear saying “Just drop it.”
One wanted me to fail, other excel…inhale
Can’t dwell in a place cautious
Swishing, balling like the tropics in the ending
I be like Clarence in the paint, I’ma menace, I ain’t finished
What these bitches done invented?
Niggas fucked him over, but I’m coming with a vengeance
Offended yeah you damn right it’s offensive
I might’ve missed the train but I’m replaying mission
They don’t know the pain but eventually they’ll listen-
One second let me tell my family “can I get a minute?”

Yeah, yeah…just give me a minute, y’all
Basically just trying to punch this last line in
I know y’all want attention…just a minute!

The game is humility, all these rappers don’t ceiling me
My life is a private island, I live in The Philippines
(They) kissing each other’s asses just like human centipede
(Just like human centipede)
I’m a mad evil scientist, yeah I got no degree
Some college education, but chemistry with the beat
If it's beef, well say the word, like Akeelah in spelling bees
Just like Pharrell, Carters ‘cause I can do anything
I can do anything
[Chorus: Amar Miller & Kai Andrew$]
I’m made for all of this shit
I’ma put it on gold, to the bank with all of this shit
I’ma need everything I’m made for all of this shit
You ain’t never earn that, you be faking all of that shit