Vybe Beatz - The Gold lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: B-Hump] The way I lay these lines down, it reminds them of the blow days Sunday's, another day to cook c**aine They say this sk** is a blessing, but I'm profane Y'all pray I'm a predator; on leather seats no stain Hydroplaning to Wells Fargo Trying to manifest five hundred mill in these cargos Double or nothin', to k** ya hype down You the illest in the room, if I put my mic down And I rather hear the silence Gulping on some grown man sh**, y'all childish I'm not a meteorologist, I ain't trying to debate the coldest I treat the sh** for what it is, I just mold it Art n***a Tear any rapper apart n***a, the redeemer Standing above the charts n***a Y'all ain't ready to beef, nah I'm too raw n***a [Hook: B-Hump] I've been wearing the silver for too long I don't care who bring the bronze home I got my eye on the gold, I'm in the zone Platinum in the future, but for now I want the gold I want the gold [3X] I want the gold [Verse 2: B-Hump] Good luck to the follow act Cuz I'm k**ing this sh**, no hollow caps f** ya hand claps, and applauses My talent, haven't even blossomed But competition is still playing possum Seems like I'm a f**ing God, be cautious Cause you don't wanna say some sh** that's nonsense I flow back atcha, without a conscience I'm so nonchalant when im launching You don't wanna pause a comma or an ellipsis I got a 'diff'rent stroke' 'Whatchu talking bout Willis?' Why you talking bout hundreds, when we tryna make millions? You persuading men?, we recruiting women Pick a different strategy, we winning Check mate, shoot the pawns Kidnap the queen We gods, with a pocket full of dreams [Hook] [Verse 3: B-Hump] Some just want better, I just want the best The doctors never seen a heart like I possess I don't believe in spirits but damn, I'm possessed There's some type of monster hiding in his flesh Always tryna excel Go large today and tomorrow I'm XL I'm apparel sizing life up, guns and knifes up Ready to conquer any obstacles that strike up I'm nice huh? Lucky libra f**ing zebras and mix breeds I like them on top doing 6 speeds Cu- cu- cut the brake lines Only deal with those with great minds Something like mines I'm the next gen Jay, but I write mines Well, at least for right now Running laps handing myself the batton Ice cubes, on top of Paul Ma**on [Hook]