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J. Cole - Golden Goose Freestyle (Hosted by Dj Clue) | Track-2

GOLDEN GOOSE FREESTYLE Lyrics [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 letting 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 And the culprit’s 2-6, where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road Cole done 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 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 using If the streams say you 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 (Woo) To breathe and don’t gamble with your 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 nothing 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 chili Similar to Usher Ray’ when he sang in the rain And money bring respect in this game Ain’t it a shame how them things interchange?