GOLDEN GOOSE FREESTYLE Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full GOLDEN GOOSE FREESTYLE lyrics by J. Cole from the album BIRTHDAY BLIZZARD ’26 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy J Cole’s music, you can also explore WINTER STORM FREESTYLE and Poor Thang, two other songs by J Cole.

[Intro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
And you know what?

[Verse: J. Cole & DJ Clue]
Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses
Grip never letting up, though they hope it loosens
Nah, I’m on top, you can’t knock me off my spot
Fu*k yachts, I won’t stop ’til the boat’s a cruise ship (What)
‘Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics
Only then will I split like I co-produced it

Lotta rappers make dough then be prone to lose it
For crumbs, dumb n!ggas sold their soul to Lucian (Haha)
Universal distribution but I own the music
Best n!gga still breathing, leaving no confusion
Hop on every n!gga song, abuse it
Catch bodies for my own amusement
N!ggas cheating and I won’t excusе it
If I said it then I wrote it, stupid
I’m a star like thе logo on my shoes
But, these ain’t no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Goose’s (Clue)
A nice fella but the flows is ruthless
And the culprit’s 2-6 with as close you get to hope is hope meals, roll
Cole done seen more beef than the folks at Ruth’s Chris (Uh)
Teach a man how to fish and the lesson is this
Without a pole you useless, catch my drift?
I’m swift on my toes, you doofus
And that’s why the hoes’ll choose this, they like “Can I kick it?”
Like they wrote for Q-Tip
Sure, but just know baby we don’t open doors for Cupid (Uh)
Or leave windows cracked, you been on that
I’m worldwide, these n!ggas like a lil’ known fact (Uh)
They lack focus and they pores is putrid, yeah
From poison of all different sorts they using
If the streams say you winning why your tours is losing?
When the math ain’t mathing, of course you’re juicing

That mean the bots is boosting
Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive (Woo)
To breathe and don’t gamble with your life ’cause the opps is cruising
Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losing (Uh)
And I don’t like those odds, so I stay in my lane
Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there’ll never be a stain on my name
It’s why I walk around doley as if ain’t none unchanged
Without a chain on my frame, n!ggas can never know the pain of Jermaine
But I can’t name a thing that I ain’t overcame
I despise my celebrity, I ain’t into fame
Don’t be silly, want the chili
Similar to Usher Ray’ when he sang in the rain
And money bring respect in this game
Ain’t it a shame how them things interchange?

[Outro: J. Cole & DJ Clue]
Mm (Clueminati)
D-D-D-DJ Clue