GOLD
Inspektah Deck (Rollie Fingers)/The Genius Lyrics


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A-yo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught flinging
Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block that played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he should have took out

No neighbourhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas
Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars

Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

There's no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no niggas that's fuck with us




I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song "Gold" by Inspektah Deck (Rollie Fingers)/The Genius present a vivid, gritty picture of life in the drug trade. The singer describes his experiences dealing drugs, setting up deals on park benches and under subways, and even taking violent action against competitors. The lyrics paint a picture of a ruthless, cutthroat world where the only thing that matters is the bottom line.


Throughout the song, the singer emphasizes the importance of gold, which represents both money and status in the drug world. He describes the lengths he'll go to in order to acquire it, including using violence and cutting corners to make deals. The lyrics also touch on the pressures of the drug trade, with the singer lamenting that the fiends aren't coming fast enough and expressing the need to constantly re-up and reload in order to keep the product moving.


Overall, "Gold" is a gritty, dark song that offers a glimpse into the world of drug dealing and the ruthless competition that goes on within it.


Line by Line Meaning

A-yo shorty, yo that's my word
Hey, listen up, that's the truth.


Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
You're feeling like you're better than you really are.


Yo anybody get caught flinging
Anyone who tries to sell my product.


Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
If anyone tries to sell my product, I'll retaliate. It's guaranteed.


Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
No matter how much weight you're trying to sell, it belongs to me.


Y'all need to step the fuck off
You guys need to back off and stay out of my business.


Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
You guys aren't as tough as you think you are.


The fiends ain't coming fast enough
My customers aren't purchasing my product quickly enough.


There is no cut that's pure enough
There's no product that's good enough to satisfy my customers.


I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
I can't give up, I need to make more money by selling more product.


Product must be sold to you
I must sell my product to anyone who wants it.


I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
I'm in an area known for illegal activity.


About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
I'm getting ready to commit a serious crime.


Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
I'm hiding out in a secluded place, waiting for the right moment to strike.


So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what?
So I can shoot and kill a person and his crew, for what reason?


He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
He came to my area and caused a decrease in my drug sales.


Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
Similar to the stock market crash, my drug sales crashed.


I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
I had someone to help me sell drugs to make more money.


Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I make more money than prostitutes who use birth control pills.


I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
I'm negotiating a drug deal while smoking marijuana.


Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
A homeless person was eavesdropping on my conversation and was being monitored.


Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
The homeless person overheard my conversation and found out where I live.


And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
I changed someone's identity so they couldn't be linked to a crime.


And while we set up camp, we got vamped
While we were preparing, we were attacked.


Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
I killed my enemy and destroyed his reputation.


Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Like Brandon Lee, who was accidentally shot and killed on a movie set, my enemy was killed in a set up.


Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
My enemy was killed and destroyed like the Pan Am flight that was bombed and destroyed.


He got swung on, his lungs was torn
He got punched and hurt badly.


A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A powerful drug lord made a strategic move but lost an important member of his organization.


A regular on the block that played lookout
Someone who always watches for police or other dangers in the area.


For playing predator with a Glock, he should have took out
He should have used his gun to take out his enemies.


No neighbourhood is rough enough
I'll commit crimes anywhere, no matter how dangerous the area is.


There is no clip that's full enough
I always need more ammunition for my gun, no matter how much I have.


There's no cuffs that's tight enough
No punishment can stop me from committing crimes.


There is no niggas that's fuck with us
No one can challenge us and succeed.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, GARY E. GRICE

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