This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Uh, uh
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough (uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (uh)
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes (yeah)
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes (right)
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (uh)
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw (uh)
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar (uh)
Everybody play the tough guy (yeah) 'til shit pop off (yeah)
Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement
I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous
Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it, let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Lowkey, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with your bitch-ass
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough (uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (uh)
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes (yeah)
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes (right)
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (uh)
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw (uh)
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar (uh)
Everybody play the tough guy (yeah) 'til shit pop off (yeah)
Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talking shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff bitching with your bitch-ass
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get Glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
(Uh, yeah)
(Uh, right)
(Uh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
(Right, right)
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough (uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (uh)
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes (yeah)
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes (right)
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (uh)
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw (uh)
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar (uh)
Everybody play the tough guy (yeah) 'til shit pop off (yeah)
Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement
I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous
Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it, let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Lowkey, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with your bitch-ass
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough (uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (uh)
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes (yeah)
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes (right)
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (uh)
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw (uh)
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar (uh)
Everybody play the tough guy (yeah) 'til shit pop off (yeah)
Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talking shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff bitching with your bitch-ass
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get Glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
(Uh, yeah)
(Uh, right)
(Uh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
(Right, right)
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Goldie Lyrics as written by Rakim Mayers Chauncey Hollis
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