Verse 1

Old school Wu bumpin, only cherry lights (unh)

White got that white, Blue Moon in the bag packed for the flight

Yet I'm so afraid of heights, still I can't stop til I'm cageside

Hi fivin Nurmagomedov while he's on his way to fight

Man y'all be actin like you movin weight? you ain't liftin

You just doin Tae Bo and throwin kicks for pretend with the women

We just gotta get the nuggets like a stomachache

Gunnin for the gold like Usain Bolt in the money race

Funny how they fake profound, you ain't Krauss

You're baseless, standing open to counter with takedowns

While I been cracking through the crust of the earth with these magic words

I ain't restin til I'm off these fuckin roads made of dirt

Leaving Kangaroo with a quarter I'm bout to blow

You know the Mini all smokestacked on the way to get the damn gold

Refrain (once)

We just gotta get the gold

Verse 2

Everybody gotta bluff and say they doubled Dibiase, I ain't buyin that

Saving up to exit out the Druff and I ain't flying back

Y'all been copping cars and rollin blunts but you starvin

How the hell you got a phone when you homeless sat up at Target? Probably need that apartment unless you sleeping in the Jordan box

Y'all don't see me spending 20k to drink imported Josh

Think they Rainmakers, say they'll do the workin later

End up old as Undertaker, spittin to they pacemakers

Feelin like they Mayweather already, that's a fallacy

You just a fame chaser, barely live in reality

Claim all these great capers like we don't know that you fake

All you do is whine about women with shirtless pics on your page

Like an advertisement for Abercrombie and Fitch or Rick Rude

Stealing from your mama for Gorilla Glue when rent's due

Look I recognize failure, never hiding what's behind

Coming up I used to lie so now I speak what's on my mind

Don't think of consequence, y'all obsessed over damn achievements

Playing modless might be fine if your skill was just half decent

Trying to maximize potential, y'all just flexin like you weighin in

Ain't been to Texas A&M you smokin meth in Anderson

Silver up on my back when I'm rappin, you small as tardigrades

That's why it's barely audible, I be loud as what I blaze

Y'all don't ever think about legacy y'all just crave clout

Ain't looking for a safe route, nah we just need the gold

Refrain (once)

We just gotta get the gold

Verse 3

We just gotta get all this shit can't think about what we givin for it

Never got permission just hope that we be forgiven for it

P Dab got this fly pen I'm just pullin on it

Not a kingpin you's a pack mule or brahmin

Probably start a Go Fund Me to pay for your fuckin funeral

The year that me and Amp'll be performin at the Super Bowl

You ain't got drive you waste your life at the factory

Done traded out the bars for dank memes and savagery, that's blasphemy

We just want the gold like Triple H, no matter what it takes

Ink a giant phallus on my face

That's how low the bars got, busy cleaning car lots

I been chiselin marble blocks while I save for my Mars plot

Probably get shot for my real speech like I'm Martin King

Piercing through the garbage, they hardly got bars raw as these

Think you so ahead of it yet in a sleeper hold

We'd be soulless just to keep from being homeless cause we need the fuckin gold