Golden Eye

[Intro]
Uh (Hahahaha)
They done let that nigga off that casting couch (They lettin' the nigga out the fuckin' basement)
Slide through the kitchen and shit, yeah (Stupid-ass nigga)
Johnson and Johnson

[Verse 1]
Hoey should've got get-back on Troy and ain't say shit
Heard he out here beggin' for Dot, I let the K spit
Get smacked down thinkin' we wrestlin' with all them Ray flips
Lil' shots ain't hurt Vaughn Wick, I'm in the matrix
Electrician Hoey out here flexin' with his Power check
Have that nigga pushin' up daisies in some flower-sets
You troopin' with this nigga, then why y'all ain't deploy?
I heard you was slidin' on Diddy, but won't slide for your— mm
I was signed for five years and got blocked by COVID (Fact)
You was signed for like twenty and still ain't got motion (Fact)
You had legends in your corner and still turned out boneless
Just a Forbes list missed with a Bad Boy bonus
Look, CJ got no hit (No), Kirk got no hit (No)
You ain't got no hits, so Pro Era don't exist
TDE East, nigga, ain't that 'bout the bitch?
You got a label full of artists every blog post skip (On God)
I'm a D1 crashout, I'm dummy as it gets
Indian street food, a nigga made it off the risk
A nigga made it out of will, but my name ain't Jaden Smith (Mm)
Thinkin' I ain't got his number, bitch, he authorized the hit (Doot-doot-doot)
Sus words always comin' from your lips
If you're standin' next to Diddy, then you shouldn't mention dick
'Cause if they ever show that footage, you gon' have to plead the Fifth
I'm the nigga you should dread, I'm on your head, I'm Vaughn Wick
Them gay lines is out of pocket, I ain't never been to Diddy house
Serayah gon' be shocked when all that footage out
Couldn't get a Grammy and said, "Fuck it, nigga, put me on that casting couch"
That's the type of dick-lickin' shit you should be rappin' 'bout (Bad Boy)

[Chorus]
Big TDE, what you know 'bout me? (You might be Jo-Vaughn, but you ain't Ray Vaughn, shut the fuck up)
Gas tank on E, RV been a crashout
Nigga tucked his tail in the Troy Ave beef (Finna crash out like the Twin Towers, nigga)
Now a nigga talk street, but his credit is maxed out (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Rap for twenty years, still ain't made big three (Nigga been in this bitch for like twenty years and ain't in no big-three convo)
Now he went to TV 'cause in New York, you a cast-out
Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V (You a motherfuckin' freak-off list, nigga)
Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down

[Verse 2]
With the clout chasin', going after Dot for the control
Fuck the clout chasin', nigga, why you givin' up your hole?
Oh, you a badass, a bad boy, there he go
Tryna cook up fake beef 'cause Puffy call you Sloppy Joe?
Fuck it, I'll be the Kendrick copy (Copy)
Nigga, that's better than bukkakes (Bitch)
You Diddy's sidekick, how you got somethin' to say?
At the freak-off for a week and you was callin' me gay?
Before the Spice, it was Tekashi and where was you at? (Where was you at?)
Troy Ave entered the chat, nigga, where was you at? (Where was you at?)
You wasn't tryna save New York and put that shit on your back
It took a California nigga just to get you to rap (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
40 pokin' out like pegs on a Mongoose, I can handle bars
You been rappin' twenty years straight, you work for Santa Claus
Secret handshakes and baby oil, yeah, we saw that
That's what he meant when he was sayin' he with all that
Lightyears ahead, your name buzzin' 'cause of mine
Last time we gave a fuck 'bout you was 1999 (1999)
If I aim at your big apple, change his New York state of mind
Niggas playin' with your name, that don't mean you play with mines, pussy
I know a guy that know a guy from Brooklyn sides
That said you ran from real demands and wouldn't slide, why?
Nigga, you was 'posed to shoot like GoldenEye
You at the crib with ocean eyes, you should've put 'em close to God
But you not like that, the fuck made you think you close to Vaughn?
I see that in your posture, you get posterized
CJ Fly dropped a diss too, damn, for Pete's sake, post the guy
Pro Era like a drive-thru speaker, broke and fried
Just the old-ass niggas gettin' mad at the up-and-comin' (Up-and-comin')
I revived your rap career, I'm why Joey buzzin' (Fuckin' right)
Nigga thought he was unique when he clearly wasn't (Nah)
Had them matchin' haircuts, I know they up to somethin'

[Chorus]
Big TDE, what you know 'bout me?
Gas tank on E, RV been a crashout
Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V
Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down