29 ContributorsGolden Eye Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh (Hahahaha)

They done let that nigga off that castin' couch (They lettin' the nigga out the fuckin' basement)

Slide through the kitchen and shit (Stupid-ass nigga, yeah)

Johnson and Johnson

[Verse 1]

Holy shit, it gotta get back on Troy and ain't say shit

Heard he out here begging for Dot, I let the K spit

Get smacked down, thinkin' we wrestlin' with all them Ray flips

Them shots ain't hurt Vaughn Wick, I'm in the Matrix

Electrician Hoey, he out here flexin' with his power check?

Had a nigga pushin' up daisies in some flower set

Y'all troopin' with this nigga then why y'all ain't deploy?

I hеard y'all was slidin' on Diddy, but won't slide for your—, mm

I was signed for five yеars and got blocked by Covid (Fact)

You was signed for like twenty and still ain't got motion (Fact)

You had legends in your corner and still turned out boneless

Just a Forbes list miss with a bad boy bonus

Look, CJ got no hit (No), Kirk got no hit (No)

You ain't got no hits, so Pro Era don't exist

TDE East, nigga, ain't that 'bout the bitch?

You got a label full of artists, every blog post skip (On God)

I'm a D1 crash out, I'm dummy as it gets

Indian street food, a nigga made it off the wrist

A nigga made it out of will, but my name ain't Jaden Smith (Mm)

Thinkin' I ain't got his number, bitch he authorized the hit (Doot-doot-doot)

[?] words always comin' from your lips

If you're standin' next to Diddy, then you shouldn't mention dick

'Cause if they ever show that footage, you gon' have to plead the fifth

I'm the nigga you should dread, I'm on yo' head, I'm Vaughn Wick

Them gay lines is out of pocket, I ain't never been to Diddy house

Serayah gon' be shocked when all that footage out

Couldn't get a Grammy and said, "Fuck it, nigga, put me on that castin' couch"

That's the type of dick-lickin' shit you should be rappin' 'bout (Bad Boy)

[Chorus]

Big TDE, what you know 'bout me? (Haha, you might be Joe Vaughn, but you ain't Ray Vaughn, so [?] the fuck up)

Gas tank on E, RV finna crash out

Nigga tucked his tail, In Detroit, had beef (You crashin' like the Twin Towers, nigga)

Now a nigga talk street, but his credit is maxed out (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Rap for twenty years, still ain't made big three (Nigga been in this bitch for like twenty years, it ain't no [?])

Now he went to TV 'cause in New York, you a cast-out

Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V (Motherfuckin' freak-off this, nigga)

Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down

[Verse 2]

With the clout chasin', going after Dot for the control

Fuck the clout chasin', nigga, why you givin' up your hole?

Oh, you a badass, a bad boy, there he go

Tryna cook a fake beef 'cause Puffy called you Sloppy Joe?

Fuck it, I'll be the Kendrick copy (Copy)

Nigga, that's better than bukkakes (Bitch)

You Diddy's sidekick how you got somethin' to say

At the freakoff for a week and you was callin' me gay

Before the spice was Tekashi and where was you at? (Where was you at?)

Troy Ave entered the chat, nigga, where was you at? (Where was you at?)

You wasn't tryna save New York and put that shit on your back

It took a California nigga just to get you to rap (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

40 pokin' out like pegs on a mongoose, I can handlebars

You been rappin' twenty years straight, you work for Santa Claus

Secret handshakes and baby oil, yeah, we saw that

That's what he meant when he was saying he with all that

Lightyears ahead, your name buzzin' 'cause of mine

Last time we gave a fuck 'bout you was 1999 (1999)

If I aim at your big apple, changes New York's state of mind

Niggas playin' with your name, that don't mean you play with mines, pussy

I know a guy that know a guy from Brooklyn's side

That said you ran from real demands and wouldn't slide, why?

Nigga you was supposed to shoot like GoldenEye

You at the crib with ocean eyes

You should've put em close to God, but you not like that

The fuck made you think you close to Vaughn?

I seen that in your posture, you get posterized

CJ Fly dropped a diss too, damn for Pete's sake, post the guy

Pro Era like a drive thru speaker, broken fry

Just a old-ass niggas get mad at the up-and-coming (Up-and-coming)

I revived your rap career, I'm why Joey Buzzin'

Nigga thought he was unique when he clearly wasn't (Nah)

Had them matching haircuts I know they up to somethin'

[Chorus]

Big TDE, what you know 'bout me?

Gas tank on E, RV finna crash out

Nigga tucked his tail, In Detroit, had beef

Now a nigga talk street, but his credit is maxed out

Rap for twenty years, still ain't made big three

Now he went to TV 'cause in New York, you a cast-out

Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V

Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down