[Verse 1: Clymax]
I gotta get it out the mud, I’m a golem
I just wanted to be rich when I growed up
Never thought that I could shine but I glowed up
Try to rock the platinum chains with the gold tux
Man, I took the long road, ain’t no shortcuts
‘cause you know I’m built tough like a Ford truck
Had to take these bitches’ hearts, [get it thrown up?]
‘cause I’m married to the game, no adulterer
On a quest, ain’t no questions I got quotas
Yeah, I’m military minded, I’m a soldier
Gotta do it for my people, thought I told ya
Man, I had to spill the beans, fuck Goya
See that little money, they sell out, I scream and I yell out
They think that’s the reason we fell out
Man, hold up, we held out
They ask for my help, I say hell nah
[?] call ‘em hellhounds
[?] get the scale out
On the stage he was spellbound
I’m muddy like that Activis, wreckin’ ain’t no accident
Shoot my shot, I’m accurate, my rivals keep on vanishing
Microphones I’m banishing, my flow is a contaminant
I’m just doing me, but they imitate as [flagrant?]
Ain’t no doubting, I’ma get ya if I owe ya
In the lab, I’m a chemist with the formula
All these lines on my paper got my nose numb
It’s my time, let’s go get it, what’s the holdup?
I gotta get it out the mud, I’m a golem
I just wanted to be rich when I growed up
Never thought that I could shine but I glowed up
Try to rock the platinum chains with the gold tux
Man, I took the long road, ain’t no shortcuts
‘cause you know I’m built tough like a Ford truck
Had to take these bitches’ hearts, [get it thrown up?]
‘cause I’m married to the game, no adulterer
On a quest, ain’t no questions I got quotas
Yeah, I’m military minded, I’m a soldier
Gotta do it for my people, thought I told ya
Man, I had to spill the beans, fuck Goya
See that little money, they sell out, I scream and I yell out
They think that’s the reason we fell out
Man, hold up, we held out
They ask for my help, I say hell nah
[?] call ‘em hellhounds
[?] get the scale out
On the stage he was spellbound
I’m muddy like that Activis, wreckin’ ain’t no accident
Shoot my shot, I’m accurate, my rivals keep on vanishing
Microphones I’m banishing, my flow is a contaminant
I’m just doing me, but they imitate as [flagrant?]
Ain’t no doubting, I’ma get ya if I owe ya
In the lab, I’m a chemist with the formula
All these lines on my paper got my nose numb
It’s my time, let’s go get it, what’s the holdup?
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