Bobby Sessions – “Gold Rolex” [Audio, Lyrics]

Musical artist, Bobby Sessions unveils the “Gold Rolex” track featuring Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Bobby Sessions Gold Rolex

Bobby Sessions continues his streak of uniting with elite lyricists, following a powerful collaboration with Royce Da 5’9″, by linking up with two of the game’s deadliest — Freddie Gibbs and Benny The Butcher. Curiously enough, Freddie and Benny were recently working together in the studio, and one has to wonder if this one emerged during those undoubtedly productive sessions.

Speaking of Sessions, Bobby keeps stride with some slick opening bars, proving that he’s more than capable of hanging with the heavy-hitters; there’s even a case to be made that he ran away with the best verse, depending on what criteria one might apply. That’s in no way to speak down on The Butcher or Gibbs, both of whom do exactly as they’re supposed to over the smooth and soulful instrumental. All in all, it’s a welcome posse cut from Sessions and further proof that he should be kept on the radar as one to watch moving forward.

Bobby Sessions – Gold Rolex (ft. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs)

Lyrics

Intro Bobby Sessions
Bobby Sessions, yeah, hol’ up
Yeah
Ayy

Bobby Sessions
Real recognize real, nigga, you aren’t identified
Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
Talkin’ shit, that’s ill-advised, probably why my hater’s sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
Cracker give me funny look ’cause I’m stayin’ at the Ritz
Walkin’ like a pimp with a cane and a limp
Mesmerize your bitch, she watch my dick swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a bitch

Texas nigga, Pleasant Grove, you better know that I’m legit
Took the shackles off my soul, I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold, I hit the goal and now I’m rich, uh
Made some new ones
Kept this shit one hunnid, now it’s paid up with the blue ones
I expose the system, take a look at how they do us
They wanna hate me, tell the world that I’m a nuisance
Pussy nigga, do some, legend

Break Z-Ro
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes

Verse 2 Benny The Butcher
Yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor
A nigga still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh [Hahaha
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol ‘fore I leave and my bitch wish me good luck
I stood up on each Ave [Uh-huh], collectin’ this free cash

At least I thought it was, free Ab and free Cass [Free the real ones
I hit once and she ask me to buy her a G-Wag’ [What?
And now she mad ’cause that pussy not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, nigga
I’m out in St. Croix with in fuckin’ on Playboy bitches [Haha
They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons [Why?

‘Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on niggas [Huh
They wanna take me back, I can’t let ’em, though
2021, I’m goin’ up or goin’ federal
I set the bar, nigga [I set the bar, nigga
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, shit
Before I start the engine, I check the car, Sopranos

Break Z-Ro & Freddie Gibbs
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes [Yeah
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate [Yeah
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes [Yeah, bitch, yeah]

Verse 3 Freddie Gibbs
At night, I can’t sleep [Nah], I toss and turn [For sure
So I just jump in the ‘vert, Dr. Dre, chronic gettin’ burned [Skrrt

I just put my side bitch on some Forgis, don’t scrape the curb [Bitch
Spot a opp’, get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn [Fuck nigga, yeah
Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work [Yeah
Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work [Lil’ pussy ass nigga
Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer
Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up [Shit
Kane, hoe, you can’t ‘tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
Send her back to her husband, she just fuckin’ to maintain
I cannot be monogamous, these bitches be playin’ games

Bitch, I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah [Maintain it, bitch
And it’s been that way [Yeah
Put your money up and get your package sent that way [Yeah
Turn 12 for a deal, white went that way [Fuck that nigga
Left stain in the street when he got hit that day, bitch [Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah]

Outro Z-Ro
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes