Gold Standard (feat. Coy) Lyrics

Have your soldiers get ready, lock and load and hold steady

We’re coming heavy like Katrina when they busted the levy

My bank account distracts, I need more forms of kickbacks

I’ll even sit back, relax, and ghost write my own diss tracks

I’m unstable, maybe that’s why I’m unable

To get my name added on the Hip-Hop payroll

I’d still flirt with chicks each and every day though

But now I know most bring nothing to the table

Straight simpin’. Gave Lady Liberty a wedding ring

But she tossed it in the harbor and said “let freedom bling”

She said she decided to her feminine thing

And been putting bed time in with the creature from Jekyll Island

My voices in my head said I should forgive her and ask God to bless her

But my psychiatrist says to stop giving into peer pressure

I hate the fact she doesn’t know what love is

She acts like the law of attraction is repulsive

Now Uncle Sam is her only fan on OnlyFans

And she sells her nudes to be used to funnel money to the Taliban

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

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The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

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The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

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The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

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I should try to get a better job, ah shit

I haven’t even applied and I’m already about to quit

I’d rather be battle rapping the government

Because all my energy is spent and I don’t know where my money went

They take it out of my check without my permission

Then throw thieves in prison like its copyright infringement

OT on my paystub, but what am I supposed to do with this?

How the hell could selling plasma be more lucrative?

I thought this was a great crime against all mankind

But then the thin blue got even more out of line

When I met up with my boy Coy during national lockdown

He taught me the mastery of syllable compound

A fed showed up, flashed his badge and credential

Busted our mics because of the super spreader potential

We spun a record so he’d hear Hip-Hop is essential

And he boogied down when we played the album Monumental

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

In these wicked days in the wicked ways

and they get confused. Most aint looking at the tools

All the breaking rules all the bigger fools

History rhymes and dont have a leash to be pulled

Got to be like Ron like sunrise dawn. Don't be a pawn

Like a light switch got to stay on. So many wrong.

Go gets a Marvin can get along now pit head strong

Now mother fucker can I be a quitter chopping heads off like a Witcher

Trying to be a hitter feeling like a pitcher. Got the

money go in debt for war, but the debt hurting the poor. I'm wanting more,

but along the way I'm ripping off horns like I'm dropping haters

call it my chores. I'm adding weight to my words, gold value.

No one allows you. The mic be the gun!

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two

The mic is a weapon. The mic is a weapon

Check one two check one two