クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mouraine
Performer
Matthew Peters
Synthesizer
Matthew Schellenberg
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohammed Mustafa Fadl El Mola
Composer
Matthew Peters
Songwriter
Matthew Schellenberg
Songwriter
Derek Allard
Composer
David Paul Driedger
Composer
Brendan Berg
Composer
Michael Paul Jordan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
deadmen
Producer
Matthew Peters
Co-Producer
Matthew Schellenberg
Engineer
歌詞
I can never be one of them lames, dawg, I'm killin 'em
First M, I'm tryna add another, call it Eminem
I'm way too ahead of them
Look, my competition, I got rid of them
Now they can't catch me, dawg, even if they peddling
Twice as hard 'cause they stuck in the snow, I left 'em shoveling
Ain't nobody cold as this, twenty years in the city
How you the fuck you ain't notice him?
99 on my back, like I'm Gretzky, kid
Run up on my ****, we can never let it slide like a skiing trip
You crazy?
No, no, no, no, no
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
I turned my life to highs from the lows
I want the money, the cars, and the clothes
Or whatever it is they got in these stores
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
I turned my life to highs from the lows
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't never be one of them lames, dawg, I'm doing this
I fly around the globe for a living like a stewardess
When I move, you move, just like that
I guess I'm ludicrous, look, shawty want my sign
To see if we can align like astrologist
I must apologize
I just wanna arouse or a-Rousey like Rhonda is
I took my music on the road like a Honda is
Whoever the paved the road, I'm paying homages
No, no, no, no, no
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
I turned my life to highs from the lows
I want the money, the cars, and the clothes
Or whatever it is they got in these stores
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
I turned my life to highs from the lows
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
No, no, no, no, no
Ayo, dead men
Let me take them right back to the basics
I'll take them back to the basics
As we proceed to give you what you need, listen
You **** don't know me, don't you ever call me Muta
Want the gold like Mansa Musa, I put that on my last name
I'm the future of this rap game
I tried to put the city on my back, that gave me back pain
In 2016, we was poppin'
Now I want the gold like Usain
I told 'em I'd be here, they called me insane
I guess we ain't on the same page
I'm on the complex magazines
That's whenever I'm off-stage
No, no, no, no, no
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
I turned my life to highs from the lows
I want the money, the cars, and the clothes
Or whatever it is they got in these stores
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
I turned my life to highs from the lows
I want the money, the cars, and the clothes
Or whatever it is they got in these stores
I can't settle for nothing but the gold
Can't settle for nothing but the gold
No, no, no, no, no
Written by: Matthew Peters, Matthew Schellenberg, Mohammed Mustafa Fadl El Mola