Patrick Zae - Goldline 2 lyrics

Whoa We don't ever fold Everybody on their toes Hoping they don't get exposed I got goals I got goals And I keep'em on the low Because they don't need to know Need to know That I'm bout to go gold Man squad in the house They fresh in the trap Like they not from the south Don't play any games No talking it out In the back with your girl and I'm all in her mouth Fell in love with the hook Got the sirens in the back Man I roll with some wolves Making fire from the scratch Yeah you like how I act King Midas on the track b**h I'm bout to go gold Like I'm the brightest in the pack So what It's Zae Not trynna hear what you have to say Especially if that sh** ain't about to get me paid With that being said Keep that there up in your brain You don't like it when I'm me I don't like you or your team I don't like a lot of sh** But when it's you, I turn green Everybody saying "Zae man you gotta think pink Like the color of the garments that she wearing underneath" Like the color of my eyes when I'm walking down the streets b**h I'm bout to go gold Like the color of my teeth And I ain't even stressed I don't need rest And I don't got time to argue who the f** the best I'm next Oooooooh The world don't stop When the sun don't shine So act like life's on the jumbotron And say this sh** for the hundredth time Whoa Whoa We don't ever fold Everybody on their toes Hoping they don't get exposed I got goals I got goals And I keep'em on the low Because they don't need to know Need to know That I'm bout to go gold Zae in the place Flames in the brain And they staying amazed Roll pearls like Kay Take'em straight to the face Enough gas in my bag Drive a tank for some days Told Dre it's bout to get wild in Gwinnett Only thing that I regret Is he can't see them get upset When I drop this f**ing guillotine On everybody's neck I'm the motherf**ing summer Girl you better get undressed Cause me & Mr. Hotspot bout to hot box Bring your friends to the hotel to film a montage Bring my circle to you squares We can make your block pop No time for you b-grades We the top notch Man f** being humble Welcome to the jungle Everywhere you look You'll see another person hustle You the bottom of the food-chain That just equals trouble The real champions They ain't even in the huddle And I don't got time to deal with any of you fakes And I don't got time to deal with any of the hate And I don't got time to even sit here and debate Cause I know that I am great No reason to explain Oooooooh The world don't stop when the sun don't shine So act life's on the jumbotron And say this sh** for the hundredth time Whoa Whoa We don't ever fold Everybody on their toes Hoping they don't get exposed I got goals I got goals And I keep'em on the low Because they don't need to know Need to know Bout to go gold And I'm stunting on these hoes Bout to go gold all these b**hes gotta know Bout to go gold like I never been before Bout to go gold b**h I'm bout to go gold GOLDEN GREATNESS END