(Hook)
Facing the dragons, you notice I'm headed to deserts
They know ‘bout the pain (Yeah)
Flight could be crashing, my quotas they drastic like perverts I'm making her rain (Yeah)
Hit em' up, money on the line, no TINGS
Fill it up, wanna do fine, gold things
(Verse One)
To non-believers, got the holy grail
Waiting for departures, skin is darker
With Anubis, trending all the way
Y'll are weaker, stranded in the veil
Caking out in Arkum, sins of matyr
‘Nother nudist, give a glory gaze
Totem poles of emerald, HORUS at the top
Let em' know, now I'm really gunning for the guap
Golden goal, the pedestal, n***a never flop
Epitomes, I just wanna get it running in a lot
Nerfetari, got the golden links, Pharaoh Ramesseis
Everybody frozen to the sin, f** your Hercules
Feeling rosy to the flow, in a magic sink
All unknown, making Horus gold, so I really think
Super wavy, and I'm on the brink, burn like kerosene
Ain't Diwali but I face the djinn, like a Philistine
Going goldie and I'm in control, build a sphinx
Chew the bone, breaking louder tones, money over tings
(Hook)
Facing the dragons, you notice I'm headed to deserts
They know ‘bout the pain (Yeah)
Flight could be crashing, my quotas they drastic like perverts I'm making her rain (Yeah)
Hit em' up, money on the line, no TINGS
Fill it up, wanna do fine, gold things
(Verse Two)
Motivation from a haven, like I'm sh**ting gold
Closure from a raven, with a sign, like I'm winning souls
Bloody mazes form the gauges, and it's k**ing slow
Over building caving, in your prime, bottom emerald
Hella gracious, life is waving, on your bitter bones
Colours Billy Craven, finna rhyme, crawling to the gold
I amazes, cause I'm raking, with infinite songs
Prada really shaken, hear my line, need Versace clothes
Finna somersault, jumping to the pinnacle
And it pro'ly costs life, why I'm lyrical
Driving in the course, humming to the radicals
Going gully all night, so cynical
Going noisy like I'm Otis, lovely song for lotus
Watch the Throne
Busy chopping samples, while you n******gs bogus
Feeling drowsy as I focus, but you'd never notice
Write alone
Making sure it's ample, and you never show us
(Hook) (2)
Facing the dragons, you notice I'm headed to deserts
They know ‘bout the pain (Yeah)
Flight could be crashing, my quotas they drastic like perverts I'm making her rain (Yeah)
Hit em' up, money on the line, no TINGS
Fill it up, wanna do fine, gold things