Komato_e - GOLDMINE lyrics

[Verse 1: Komato$e] You know me, it's all about the circumstances Keepin' to myself in a room full of shirtless dancers Only 'cause my new b**h the cutest, no rude sh** I'm jus tryna get through all of the simple movements I keep her right by my side I keep a .9 in my ride Never gon' get robbed again I'll clip a n***a tonight Usually ain't on that ho sh** Stay on my own, so encroachment Ain't my prerogative, goad sh** Ain't what I'm 'bout, now you know this My girl is sweeter than Hostess The hostess to my heart When she's gone, I smoke more than usual, 'cause usually I carb- Cap the rig once or twice while it rains But it's half a gram later, still washin' 'way the pain So I Sit back Stop smokin' At this point I'm burnin' money in the bowl, man I don't know why I'm always on one in the first place Maybe nostalgia with friends from that blunt I first faced Everything that glitters isn't just what it seems But I've chased enough dirt to find the gold in my seams 'Cause you a liar And a fake And I gave you Everything So now I'm onto the next b**h You can get a mention, but nothing else extra [Verse 2: Prophet Kore$h] Let the weed blaze while the beats playing You keep hating, the heater spraying to leave you laying 6 feet deeper than statements Jesus would make 10 toes down, I walk what I'm talking Stephen Hawking with the flow My foes are amyotrophic Claim they got my back But they plot on how to say they got me back Smacking Donald Trump with a guala stack Trappin in my baller slacks Still rock Versace off the dollar rack Money on my mind, tryna get a f**ing college cap And usher in a job so that I can pop my collar back Wonderfully designed every line you hear me rhyme The kind that make you gotta hear the sh** a second time Rewind, I'm 18 in my prime Muhhhaaf**aa, once was paid incest now I'm blunted off the hundreds Stuffing duckets in my trousers by the dozens I blaze pot like an oven, stay chopped like an onion Music got me buzzin', now a n***a getting money off of nothing I'm Snoop Dizzle with 2 pistols, I shoot and then hit you Then I move quicker than dudes who knew jujitsu It's too simple, I'm complex as cobwebs With 2 widows giving me hot s** But they was f**ing me while their husbands were not dead A lil bit twisted in the head Clinical pot head, half an ounce of loud in my arm rest Pigs pull me over, the smell is making my palms sweat Anytime that I announce a project You muthaf**as label it a bomb threat