KeY Wane - 24k Of Gold (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Big Sean] Wishing I could rap my whole life up in 24 karats of gold Lately I've been dreaming 'bout diamonds and pearls Yup, diamonds and pearls, and enough money I could rule the world If I ruled the world.. [Verse 1: Big Sean] If I ruled the world, I would buy it all I'm addicted to champagne and buying the mall I'm addicted to living life above the law How much do it take to live above the law? I call my homie Ralph up, cause his car stop Told him bump a new car, come grab the car lot That way you can have convertibles, and a hard top Open up a few doors, since we had a hard knock, life Like, open up, Where restaurants and legs stay opened up Start a franchise So my dog can quit wearing a 44 up on his waist like it's his pants size And to my OG locked up bumping Ready or Not Who was just trying to do it Big, but wasn't Ready to Die Cop a first cla** whatever he like, with hoes already inside Now he can rest in peace while he alive [Hook] [Verse 2: J. Cole] Is this a dream, well that's how it feels Sometimes I got to pinch a fat a** to see if it's real I specifically remember, no heat in the winter Now I supply heat for the winter Then I skate to the beach for the winter When it comes to chips boy, n***a get a grip No cleats I'm a winner Show love to the hoes and the freaks I remember Hit the club and raise hell all week for the sinners Meet the young Dennis, the menace of society Check my sobriety f** hoes in varities Shame that these things is the reasons you admire me But, I'm getting doe man these flows ‘gon retire me Splurging all crazy, switching lanes in the Range swerving all crazy (Swerv) Style on Nadal, I've been serving ya'll lately Cheddar on Federer Ball 'till I fall, et cetera, et cetera [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Grey walley black stitchin on a train same slang plain Jane The strial is crispy 24 Karats gazelles clear.. Im so fly real year Price so la fill weary Besides k**in gear Its sniffin plain white lines But jumpin off phenomenal missions Yep d** sellers that was in '88 Learnt how to true Shoot through my coolers Escape my Uncle huskie karate n***a Die who stayed in jail He did a twenty piece He came home, block movers still know who he is To us we was kids he said get rich and love life Dont f** with no pigs yo Those days are hazed Now we in chronic mode No more plays Runnin up a rob a clothes home or what All we had was us and its s**s Fly n***as is broke Smoke coke, weed, and dust I changed for the better Brand new Beretta Slappin a n***a face at the steal give me your leather Through it all I learnt a lot Plus I burnt a lot The chronic now returned the clock [Hook]