Golden Goose Freestyle

DJ Clue
Desert Storm
And you know what?

Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses
Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens
Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot
Fuck yachts, I won't stop till the boat's a cruise ship (what)
Till the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics
Only then will I split like I co-produced it
Lotta rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it
For crumbs, dumb niggas sold their soul to Lucian (haha)
Universal distribution, but I own the music
Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion
Hop on every nigga song, abuse it
Catch bodies for my own amusement, niggas cheatin' and I won't excuse it
If I said it, then I wrote it, stupid
I'm a star like the logo on my shoes
But, these ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Goose's (clue)
A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh
And the culprit's 2-6
Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road
Cole has seen more beef than the folks at Ruth's Chris
Uh, teach a man how to fish
And the lesson is this: Without a pole, you're useless
Catch my drift? I'm swift
On my toes, you doofus and that's why the hoes'll choose this
They like Can I kick it?
Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure
But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid
Uh, or leave windows cracked, you been on that
I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil known fact, uh
They lack focus, and they pores is putrid (yeah)
From poison of all different sorts they usin'
If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?
When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'
That mean the bots is boostin'
Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (woo)
Don't gamble witcha life 'cause the opps is cruisin'
Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh
And I don't like those odds
So I stay in my lane, despite every bit of dirt thrown my way
There'll never be a stain on my name, it's why I walk around
Doley as if ain't nothin' changed without a chain on my frame
Niggas can never know the pain of Jermaine
But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame
I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame
Don't be silly, want the chilly (chilli), similar to Usher Raym'
When he sang in the rain, ayy, money bring respect in this game
Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?

Mm (Clueminati)
D-D-D-DJ Clue