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Gold Standard
Jason Feathers
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Nobody, body, not even your friends
So keep that Jim Beam close and keep your heat in your hand
Trust nobody, body, not even nobody
Keep your heat in your hand
Catch me up under your bed with my hand on the tech
You catch me up under your bed with my hand on the tech
Catch me up under your with my, with my hand on the tech
Up under your bed with my hand on the tech
You get no respect, all you get is distressed
I be lookin' in your mailbox waitin' on checks
I be followin' your girl home from T.J.Maxx
Put it all together like a puzzle connects
You can count on me, you see, like a fuckin' watch
Clifford tick-tock, my Lincoln right down your block
It ain't never gon' stop
I be that gold standard, gold, gold standard
Papa didn't raise no fool
Papa didn't raise no fool
Papa didn't raise no fool
Grew up makin' money
I was unbecomin' and I was always thumbin'
Up and under the carnival boom
I hope he'll see you soon
Travel me in positive broom
Positive broom
Travel me in positive broom
I ain't got no shame
I ain't need no tame
You will not be needin' to train me
Just be all up on your knees to claim me
And your daughter will arrive
With a knife stuck in her side
In the paved blue bedroom
They be left room
The sample will defy
Nobody, body, not even your friends
So keep that Jim Beam close and keep your heat in your hand
Trust nobody, body, not even nobody
Keep your heat in your hand
Trust nobody, body, trust nobody
Nobody, body, not even nobody
Trust nobody, trust nobody
I don't want no silver, no bronze, none of that
Ain't no, no, no, no sales for no shame
Nobody, body, not even your friends
So keep that Jim Beam close and keep your heat in your hand