Fool's Gold

Told my momma Imma be a star one day
Shoot for shooting stars till they come my way
I just pray to god that it's all god's fate
Somewhere in the stars and not locked away
Said I won't go go go
If it ain't gold gold gold
Gold gold gold

So come and take a walk in my shoes
I swear you'd think I make jazz the way I stay with the blues
Faces
Fake it
That's all I do is fake it
Keep the ganja passing round and smoke like we jamaican
They say patience takes patience
But tell me what's patience
When you been considered faceless
Cause you been up in the basement
But I'll face it
By that I mean the 3 blunts in rotation
Cuz I'm reaching my golden goal
Like a shot past regulation
Just wanna grow up to break charts
Have 8 cars
But the same part of me
Just wants to take art and shape bars
And the great part
It's from a chubby white dude with cheeks redder than the shirt of jake from state farm
So take part
We pushin like skate boards
Ignoring hoes hitting me with more heys then a hay barn
It's not easy being green but we getting it
With rhymes and the bars cuz I'm focused on my penmanship
Then the script flipped
Focused on big whips
Stories like slick rick
And now we trynna get big rich
And stay with the green
It's not easy but we'll get this
Supplying the fire
So come and peep the pyrotechnics

Told my momma Imma be a star one day
Shoot for shooting stars till they come my way
I just pray to god that it's all god's fate
Somewhere in the stars and not locked away
Told my momma Imma be a star one day
Shoot for shooting stars till they come my way
I just pray to god that it's all god's fate
Somewhere in the stars and not locked away
Said I won't go go go go
If it ain't gold gold gold
Gold gold gold
Fools gold fools gold
Fools gold fools gold



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Piper
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