rainmaker - ayceeonethirty lyrics
verse 1
old school wu b-mpin, only cherry lights (unh)
white got that white, blue moon in the bag packed for the flight
yet i’m so afraid of heights, still i can’t stop til i’m cageside
hi fivin nurmagomedov while he’s on his way to fight
man y’all be actin like you movin weight? you ain’t liftin
you just doin tae bo and throwin kicks for pretend with the women
we just gotta get the nuggets like a stomachache
gunnin for the gold like usain bolt in the money race
funny how they fake profound, you ain’t krauss
you’re baseless, standing open to counter with takedowns
while i been cracking through the crust of the earth with these magic words
i ain’t restin til i’m off these f-ckin roads made of dirt
leaving kangaroo with a quarter i’m bout to blow
you know the mini all smokestacked on the way to get the d-mn gold
refrain (once)
we just gotta get the gold
verse 2
everybody gotta bluff and say they doubled dibiase, i ain’t buyin that
saving up to exit out the druff and i ain’t flying back
y’all been copping cars and rollin blunts but you starvin
how the h-ll you got a phone when you homeless sat up at target? probably need that apartment unless you sleeping in the jordan box
y’all don’t see me spending 20k to drink imported josh
think they rainmakers, say they’ll do the workin later
end up old as undertaker, spittin to the pacemakers
feelin like they mayweather already, that’s a fallacy
you just a fame chaser, barely live in reality
claim all these great capers like we don’t know that you fake
all you do is whine about women with shirtless pics on your page
like an advertis-m-nt for abercrombie and fitch or rick rude
stealing from your mama for gorilla glue when rent’s due
look i recognize failure, never hiding what’s behind
coming up i used to lie so now i speak what’s on my mind
don’t think of consequence, y’all obsessed over d-mn achievements
playing modless might be fine if your sk!ll was just half decent
trying to maximize potential, y’all just flexin like you weighin in
ain’t been to texas a&m you smokin meth in anderson
silver up on my back when i’m rappin, you small as tardigrades
that’s why it’s barely audible, i be loud as what i blaze
y’all don’t ever think about legacy y’all just crave clout
ain’t looking for a safe route, nah we just need the gold
refrain (once)
we just gotta get the gold
verse 3
we just gotta get all this sh-t can’t think about what we givin for it
never got permission just hope that we be forgiven for it
p dab got this fly pen i’m just pullin on it
not a kingpin you’s a pack mule or brahmin
probably start a go fund me to pay for your f-ckin funeral
the year that me and amp’ll be performin at the super bowl
you ain’t got drive you waste your life at the factory
done traded out the bars for dank memes and savagery, that’s blasphemy
we just want the gold like triple h, no matter what it takes
ink a giant phallus on my face
that’s how low the bars got, busy cleaning car lots
i been chiselin marble blocks while i save for my mars plot
probably get shot for my real speech like i’m martin king
piercing through the garbage, they hardly got bars raw as these
think you so ahead of it yet in a sleeper hold
we’d be soulless just to keep from being homeless cause we need the f-ckin gold
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