J. Cole Golden Goose Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
And you know what?

[Verse: J. Cole & DJ Clue]
Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses
Grip never letting up, though they hope it loosens
Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot
f*ck yachts, I won't stop ‘til the boat's a cruise ship (What)
‘Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics
Only then will I split like I co-produced it
Lotta rappers make dough then be prone to lose it
For crumbs, dumb niggas sold their soul to Lucian (Haha)
Universal distribution but I own the music
Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion
Hop on every nigga song, abuse it
Catch bodies for my own amusement
Niggas cheatin' and I won't excusе it
If I said it then I wrote it, stupid
I'm a star like thе logo on my shoes
But, these ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Goose's (Clue)
A nice fella but the flows is ruthless
And the culprit's 2-6, where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road
Cole done seen more beef than the folks at Ruth's Chris (Uh)
Teach a man how to fish and the lesson is this
Without a pole you useless, catch my drift?
I'm swift on my toes, you doofus
And that's why the hoes'll choose this, they like “Can I kick it?” Like they wrote for Q-Tip
Sure, but just know baby we don't open doors for Cupid (Uh)
Or leave windows cracked, you been on that
I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact (Uh)
They lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)
From poison of all different sorts they using
If the streams say you winnin' why your tours is losin'?
When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'
That mean the bots is boostin'
Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive (Woo)
To breathe and don't gamble with your life ‘cause the opps is cruisin'
Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin' (Uh)
And I don't like those odds, so I stay in my lane
Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name
It's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothing changed
Without a chain on my frame, niggas can never know the pain of Jermaine
But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame
I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame
Don't be silly, want the chili
Similar to Usher Ray' when he sang in the rain
And money bring respect in this game
Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?

[Outro: J. Cole & DJ Clue]
Mm (Clueminati)
D-D-D-DJ Clue