Goldrush

[Intro]
Yeah, trust me baby
Everything is as it should be
Iron
( V… sign… up)

[Verse]
I took a fast jet to my dreams
And the weed in Randburg made me feel like I ain’t landed since (whoa)
I told my mama I’d rather dip my fingers in mud
To look for the gold before my hands are rinsed
And give up on the things I rep in branded ink
Them four walls was closing in and I had to think
Before I scaled them and tipped the scales on these niggas
And scale them back so no heads are above water like they got scales on them
I’d rather fail on them but never try
The real ain’t back dawg - it never died
And there ain’t much room for another nigga like me
So I kill them all for the real estate that I set aside
Strategy meetings when niggas finally sober
About how we could go to shaking hands from rubbing shoulders
And bypassing celebrity cosigns
Cause you wouldn’t see a can of Pepsi sitting with some Coca-Cola
So take me to your leader
This cult of personality is here to turn your bosses to believers
And lately the only way I take a breather
Is blowing smoke from the weed with some women that’s really eager
To stick around long enough to see my shit pop off
Discussions ‘bout which one of these kings get knocked off
And own the place for every time we went from house to house
Couch to couch, give us a voice like we used to mouth it out
And I am king to quell all of your insurrections
And done to(?) skeptical questions inside of the comments section
I’m happy that the movement got you niggas fired up and
Yeah, sure, it might be hate but at least I inspired something dawg
Women lying and saying they got a man
Cause they want the kind of nigga that dropping a hundred grand
In the club while he fake smiles and listens to our plans
It gets to me for a second ‘fore I remember who I am
Playing my music off my phone to executives
In the blueprint of it these memories are decorative
They all want in when they notice when they can get from it
Some young niggas learning to keep dreams and sleep separate
Friends back home hit me for updates
Sistine Chapel - I gotta reach back and touch base
And think I ignore them cause I work as soon as I’m up straight
I’m showing y’all y’all handed a monkey wrench to a nutcase
Fuck it, long as we building
Let the music touch all their hearts and spirits and heal them
Great minds with great ideas and we pitch to whoever’s fielding
It is written in heavenly scrolls before we sealed them
Mm, I’m tired of acting bashful
I’m tired of lying back when they’re forging stats that ain’t factual
I’m so sick and tired of your echo chambers and app groups
And negativity in my mentions just so I @ you
I’m tired of rappers acting like attention is a currency
And try to start shit like their careers just got a warranty
If everybody thinks I’m underrated I ain’t underrated
And trust that everyone’s winning if I’m the one that made it
How could you hate me with what’s all at hand?
Loaded up a flash and I crossed the border with contraband
We here to represent a nation of kings
Y’all stuck believing that a single throne is really a thing
I clipped the crab’s claws, stay very patient
The energy shifts depending on where you’re stationed
Now even dates all start to feel like interrogations
I’m on my Rothschild: my kids will inherit nations
Throwbacks with cold facts for toe-tagging soul snatchers
I moved the needle for my circle like protractors
There ain’t a picture in my bed I'll let these hoes capture
The pillow talk is all business cause she knows rappers
I’m scared of what’s waiting for me at home
Cause all this new love just got me feeling more alone
With all the rappers that I’ve known that come around to say congrats
And start to reaching for a dap just to grimace behind my back
And start inquiring for features just to check if I would stay the same
Check that off of the list of promises made in vain
Here’s to checking in for the flight where I made a change
Not even the devil could delay this plane
Oh yeah