Gold Rings lyrics

by

Freddie Gibbs


[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, CoKane (Hahaha)
You feel that? (If you're my down-ass b*tch)
Yeah-yeah (Uh, yeah, down-ass b*tch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Big Rabbit)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
No gold rings, this sh*t just my main squeeze
Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys
Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues (Yeah)
Took twelve on the chase, I jumped out, I crashed the rental
But you my down-ass b*tch (Yeah)
The one that'd never f*ck up or snitch
I fleed the scene, a hit and run, I left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em sh*t (Don't say sh*t)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my
College girl, got her stressin', she got a jail record (Damn)
I put the Range in her name and I'm f*ckin' up her credit
The judge gave her probation, he had knots in her stomach
After the case, she wiped her Instagram and changed her number (The f*ck?)
Damn, b*tch, thought we was gang, I would've killed for her
Ex n*gga got you engaged, that n*gga kneeled for her (You running with this n*gga?)
Heartbreak most thug n*ggas ain't built for it
Tears steady droppin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Tattoos that's some war wounds (War wounds)
Loudest n*gga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon (You a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school (Old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that n*gga you'll be home soon (You'll be home soon)
'Caine whippin' hard, that's a hard sale (Hard sale)
Bet I won't pay them b*tches back, I play my cards with the cartel (Cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well (It's all well)
Bet I'll be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my

[Interlude: Pusha T]
Yeah
My cocaine novela
Soap opera sh*t
These are days of our pies

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
So many RNs I done made, waitresses I done saved
The blow drop-off for b*tches who ain't learn to braid
Matured all the sorors and every AKA
Michelle's blueprint showed the error in their ways
All the rent I paid, you know I play it fair
Just leave an extra key so I can weigh it there
Bribe money so your boyfriend wouldn't lay up there
Dope game, I'm the ultimate create-a-player
2K21, Savage like 21
Fridays are draft night, you b*tches is one-and-dones
I am the one of one, I am the summer son
I am the street dream, Nas with the c*mmerbund
Jewelry Supreme Team, anchors is done and hung
The dope floats on a boat, now come give the drummer some
They going for thirty-three, I just let the numbers run
The king of the kilo, I don't believe none of 'em
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs & Pusha T]
Tattoos that's some war wounds (Except Gibbs, war wounds)
Loudest n*gga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon (You a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school (Old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that n*gga you'll be home soon (You'll be home soon)
'Caine whippin' hard, that's a hard sale (Hard sale)
Bet I won't pay them b*tches back, I play my cards with the cartel (Cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well (It's all well)
Bet I'll be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my

[Outro: Gerald "Slink" Johnson]
As always, your safety and well being is of premier priority here at the Triple S
You will be notified when our conditions change
Gibbs, what's up, man? This is your boy, Jesus, man
Gibbs, where you at, man?
Usually, it's the world looking for me, I don't go looking for the world
I mean, I'm just saying
I just came from the Appalachian Mountains
I was up there chilling, smoking some weed with some Buddhist monks
We was having the bestest of times
Then all of a sudden my pager go off
And I gotta come straight down here to holler at you, Gibbs
And trust me, man, I am the way and the light
And speaking of lights, you got one?
'Cause I wanna light this bomb-ass Kush
Matter fact I'ma come by there with this Kush I got for you
We gon' break bread, I got some fish, I got some bread
And we just gon' have a whole feast right now
And talk about this, Gibbs, I love you, brother
Holla at your boy, it's Jesus
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