Nothing Gold Can Stay
They say that all I rap about is Bathing Ape and smoking weed
But last year, man, that shit was just a dream for me
And all these rappers act like this just don't mean shit to me
But understand that I appreciate what I achieve
Headed to the coast, I propose a toast
Got gorillas on my coat, just might pull up in the ghost
With them butterfly doors going way up
Asking 'bout a feature, little boy, you better pay up, straight up
No, I ain't look up to nobody
I ain't in the club 'cause I'm a home-body, ooh
I'm just smokin', watching Netflix
Go get you some money, boy, stop crying 'bout your ex-bitch
And if it's meant to be then let it happen, ay
Diamonds on me dancing, yeah I feel like Michael Jackson
If you headed home from work, stuck in five o'clock traffic
Just remember, I'm the proof that if you want it, you can have it, ay
And they say, "Oli, you deserve it"
I crack that Cigarillo then I'm rollin' up that purple
They sleepin' on your boy, I think they sippin' too much syrup
While you was getting faded, homie I was out here working, yah, yah, yah
'Cause thing's gon' change and nothing gold can stay
I'm back to my old ways, that's Henny with Bombay
You know it, I'm always gon' be here for my mates
Tomorrow's another day so tonight we gon' celebrate
There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present, nor for the future
There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present, nor for the future
But last year, man, that shit was just a dream for me
And all these rappers act like this just don't mean shit to me
But understand that I appreciate what I achieve
Headed to the coast, I propose a toast
Got gorillas on my coat, just might pull up in the ghost
With them butterfly doors going way up
Asking 'bout a feature, little boy, you better pay up, straight up
No, I ain't look up to nobody
I ain't in the club 'cause I'm a home-body, ooh
I'm just smokin', watching Netflix
Go get you some money, boy, stop crying 'bout your ex-bitch
And if it's meant to be then let it happen, ay
Diamonds on me dancing, yeah I feel like Michael Jackson
If you headed home from work, stuck in five o'clock traffic
Just remember, I'm the proof that if you want it, you can have it, ay
And they say, "Oli, you deserve it"
I crack that Cigarillo then I'm rollin' up that purple
They sleepin' on your boy, I think they sippin' too much syrup
While you was getting faded, homie I was out here working, yah, yah, yah
'Cause thing's gon' change and nothing gold can stay
I'm back to my old ways, that's Henny with Bombay
You know it, I'm always gon' be here for my mates
Tomorrow's another day so tonight we gon' celebrate
There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present, nor for the future
There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present, nor for the future
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Writer(s): Alexander Francis Kelly
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