GOLDMINE//OVERTOWN - Toby

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