Lyrics GOLDMINE//OVERTOWN - Toby

GOLDMINE//OVERTOWN

Goldmine, born rich
Diamonds wet, swordfish
Fish scale, right off the boat
New bitch, right off the boat
Goldmine, dig deep
Grind hard, no sleep
Nigga really think that he know me
Nigga really think I don’t want beef
Nigga really think I don’t want beef. Pull up in that bruce Wayne M3
When I leave know the clip be empty. When I leave know the club be empty
Nigga really think I don’t want beef?
Got ham. Like batman
Robbin liquor stores backhand the cashier, tell that bitch nigga I’m coming
back here tomorrow
Yeah my worlds full a sorrow
Take your cousin out to Sbarros
All this money that I borrowed, took her from him it was nothin
Rent a boat leave the country. She don’t speak to her husband
Give a fuck about his well being
Already in the European
Doin donuts in the streets of Italy
Got espresso and gelato on the seats
Arigato for the music industry
Goldmine its been good to me yeah
(Yeahhhhh)
I’m on the block wait for somethin to pop off
Cops ain’t arresting these niggas blasting they socks off
But my homie wear da badge and he serving the public. Where do I stand when I’m
asked to take part in discussions
I’m public enemy number 1. Not because I’m hard or I’m flashing my Tommy gun
Cuz I got a voice speaking for dem niggas dyin in the street. Murder capital,
cap and gown and I’m liable to be da nigga next on yo tv
Either obituaries or packed arenas full of them missionaries spreading my
statement
Take that flag off you don’t fuck wit them Haitians
You was never down. How you think you can talk about Overtown
You ain’t been there. You just drove through. On your way to Wynwood,
stoppin by for soul food
Nigga don’t you come here
Nigga we don’t know you
Don’t expect no fanfare
Fuck you think we owe you?
Homie take a long walk, do what you supposed to
(Unh)
Funny cuz I been to the island
I done talked to the people
Got my cousins to fly in
So I’m actin defiant. Cuz I know where I’m from
And if we talkin bout a rapper bitch I know I’m the one
Left miami just so I could say I’m gettin done
And I’m chasing the funds, runnin till the bakery open, bread in my bag and I’m
packin' lunch no fakery foldin
The cheese
Throw some lettuce in it this might be the millionth sandwich pun but I’m glad
I did it. Self referential i might need a pendant, a medal, some recognition,
I said it I meant it I’m guilty and this is my admission. Pay attention
It’s nonstop. Niggas talkin the same shit with the same lean and liquor
language that they came with
Double cup the mic, buzzin off of the hype, life gave me lemons but heavens
they off the sprite like a sponsorship
Can it already
I’m on top like I’m Canada ready to throw a hand or my hand in
Niggas look stand ins for each other. Wrote this shit with my brother in mind
You can’t fuck with the rhymes
I got goldmines, nigga, goldmines like it’s go time. No time fix ya bow tie you
are so not fuckin with me