L'Orange & Mr. Lif - Antique Gold lyrics

[Verse 1: Chester Watson] Antique gold on my neck, down Antique gold on my chick, down I keep my gold tucked, no flex Might put antique gold on my friends All black and a ball cap, got Adidas on Little n***a grew up, fall back, I don't see you, homie, chill I've been on my chill sh** L'Orange hit me up, told me "broadie, k** sh**" So I guess I'm something like a mercenary Think about it, man, it's kind of scary So much, I love ugly, man, I'm feeling great I take my girl out to the lake, but she driving And I'm rubbing on her thighs, smoking dank, but f** it I wanna own an island out [?] I'm too antique [Hook: Chester Watson] I'm way too antique, way too antique I guess I'm too antique, antique I'm way too antique, way too antique I guess I"m too antique, antique Chill [Verse 2: Mr. Lif] (Antique) Antique gold on my chest (down) Antique gold up in my mind (down) I keep the gold tucked, no flex Maybe 'cause antique gold is by design Brother, I was told that if I rocked gold It would date me back to the first black man sold Now picture me rocking at a slave auction I can't speak, I'm the new antique My face and my hands needed Mozambique All these perks of America are so damn sweet If you believe in fairytales then you fit in to the fold In the mold of that old antique gold Enrolled in the d**h mill, life gets real A lot of people out here upset still But what the f** are you going to do when they offer you A whole hand full of dreams and it's picking up steam? Tricks up our sleeves and gold as you can see Call your auntie and tell her we antique [Hook: Chester Watson] I'm way too antique, way too antique I guess I'm too antique, antique I'm way too antique, way too antique I guess I"m too antique, antique