Fool's Gold (feat. Quis Chandla & Kidd Kiture)

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I've been lost in maze, living in the darkest of days
Mom drugged up off oxy and haze
And Dad had a misstep, locked in a cage
Every damn night, the Larken will spray
Body bagged up, see em haul it away
Hurt bottled up, ain't talking for days
I just gotta put another mark on the page
Then another mark, another mark, then another mark
Until I have a full song to create
Grinding hard for the fame, it's the only way I can walk from the pain
Late nights making tracks with the gang
Shows every night to establish my name
Got a little buzz off the rap, I'm amazed
That y'all gravitating to the passion and pain
So I grind more, gotta find dough
Ain't I won't spend another week in this Tahoe
Late night, can't sleep with my eyes closed
Every night, gotta peek through the blindfold
Time out, I'm close to the fame,
I could have platinum and gold in my chain
All around the world, fans knowing my name
I just gotta give my soul in exchange
I've been lonely, pressure is on me
Take my soul and I can make this money
I've been lonely, pressure is on me
Take my soul and I can make this money
500 Thou, 500 thou
First record is gold, getting money now
All around the globe, see me run around
It beats being underground
Fresh fit, gotta floss on the scene
Y'all follow me, I'm the boss of my team
Pop percs everyday, gotta the cough in the lean
Tattoo on my soul got the mark of the beast
Left my old wiz for a bad chick
No offense but my old shortly average
Wrist dripped up, neck flashing
Got another 100 racks in the mattress
Swagged out with the Fendi attire
Crib laced up with a sexy design
Got a double R and a Bentley to ride
But why am I empty inside?
I've been lonely, pressure is on me
Take my soul and I can make this money
I've been lonely, pressure is on me
Take my soul and I can make this money
How do you measure a real man without no plan
What is a woman who selling ass for that first class on demand
Hard to admit that they different
One is ambivalence one's on a mission
Finding the flaws in both of those situations really come down to your vision
My mom said she got astigmatism and suggested I go get my eyes checked
But I been seeing through the bullshit
Since double Dutch up in the projects
Was a natural thing that the girls did
And a mongoose was a boys fix
Now they having sex before puberty
Shit is horrifying and it sound sick
What do you wanna be known as
You the big man with the quick cash
Got a foreign bitch with a huge ass
And a German vehicle you drive fast
Mother living in the projects
Sister addicted to fentanyl
Got a baby around that you never claim
Let me ask what the f*ck is you flexing for
Thinking Louie belts make you something bigger
Even Kodak black ain't see the bigger picture
How ya life flash when you chasing money
Got you feeling gassed with supreme issues
Yea, lemme tell em again
Feeling gassed with supreme issues
Got you feeling tense need a deep tissue
Massage when livin' ya biggest fear
Never thought that the money would disappear
And it all vanish ain't believe in magic
But you losin' ya status you looking tragic
Rappin bout shit that you can't afford
Is a tough expense when you ain't rich
Keeping up the image of a trap god
Eating at ya soul, was it worth the risk

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