Antique Gold Lyrics - L'orange

[Verse 1: Chester Watson] 

Antique gold on my neck, down 

Antique gold on my chick, down 

I keep my gold tucked, no flex 

Might put antique gold on my friends 

All black and a ball cap, got Adidas on 

Little nigga grew up, fall back, I don't see you, homie, chill 

I've been on my chill shit 

L'Orange hit me up, told me "broadie, kill shit" 

So I guess I'm something like a mercenary 

Think about it, man, it's kind of scary 

So much, I love ugly, man, I'm feeling great 

I take my girl out to the lake, but she driving 

And I'm rubbing on her thighs, smoking dank, but fuck it 

I wanna own an island out [?] I'm too antique 

[Hook: Chester Watson] 

I'm way too antique, way too antique 

I guess I'm too antique, antique 

I'm way too antique, way too antique 

I guess I"m too antique, antique 

Chill 

[Verse 2: Mr. Lif] 

(Antique) 

Antique gold on my chest (down) 

Antique gold up in my mind (down) 

I keep the gold tucked, no flex 

Maybe 'cause antique gold is by design 

Brother, I was told that if I rocked gold 

It would date me back to the first black man sold 

Now picture me rocking at a slave auction 

I can't speak, I'm the new antique 

My face and my hands needed Mozambique 

All these perks of America are so damn sweet 

If you believe in fairytales then you fit in to the fold 

In the mold of that old antique gold 

Enrolled in the death mill, life gets real 

A lot of people out here upset still 

But what the fuck are you going to do when they offer you 

A whole hand full of dreams and it's picking up steam? 

Tricks up our sleeves and gold as you can see 

Call your auntie and tell her we antique 

[Hook: Chester Watson] 

I'm way too antique, way too antique 

I guess I'm too antique, antique 

I'm way too antique, way too antique 

I guess I"m too antique, antique