Fool's Gold
I don't care about what she like
Because that bitch not who I'm rhyming for
Every time I drop
I got a kid
Who say his mom is broke
His only dream
To make it out the trench
That's who I'm shining for
So these words forever touch your heart
I call that science bro
She ask me if I sing
I say I rap
And know these words from God
My other cousin blood
He say no bap
My dawg you beat the odds
But all I want is more
Guess I'm selfish
I need peace of mind
I been saving up
So I have coin for kids
Who life like mine
Fine like wine
The older that I get
The more I stress for time
This money that I count
Can never heal the pain
They didn't lie
Five thousand on the table
Got another ten put to the side
I'm finna buy a Benz
To shit on niggas
I don't even drive
Foolish pride
Never learn my lesson
They say rage is blind
Had a homie steal
It broke my heart
Still can't judge a life
He only had to ask
I'll give my last
I'll forgive this time
She asking about my past
Just know we come from
Where the sun don't shine
Tragic
Tragic
Ten bullets in his chest
He asthmatic
Tragic
Tragic
She ask if God is real
This shit is tragic
Chopper hanging out the coupe
It be my passenger
Brodie shooting out the roof
He off a half a perc
Know I gave my mom the blues
But made these Benji's work
So if not I'm living proof
And I don't know you baby
I don't want to sit and argue
I want new Mercedes
They want a hero
This ain't marvel
I can't do no saving
Turned them zeros into diamonds
And a new vacation
From Midwest I love my climate
Good for inspiration
And I'm really from the trench
This ain't entertainment
Baby these is my confessions
Like I'm Usher Raymond
I'm a hustler
My profession can get kind of dangerous
Tragic
Tragic
Ten bullets in his chest
He asthmatic
Tragic
Tragic
She ask if God is real
This shit is tragic
En el nombre del Padre
Y del Hijo
Y del Espíritu Santo
Amen
Dios te salve María
Llena eres de gracia
El Señor es contigo
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesús
Santa María
Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora
Y en la hora de nuestra muerte
Amen
Because that bitch not who I'm rhyming for
Every time I drop
I got a kid
Who say his mom is broke
His only dream
To make it out the trench
That's who I'm shining for
So these words forever touch your heart
I call that science bro
She ask me if I sing
I say I rap
And know these words from God
My other cousin blood
He say no bap
My dawg you beat the odds
But all I want is more
Guess I'm selfish
I need peace of mind
I been saving up
So I have coin for kids
Who life like mine
Fine like wine
The older that I get
The more I stress for time
This money that I count
Can never heal the pain
They didn't lie
Five thousand on the table
Got another ten put to the side
I'm finna buy a Benz
To shit on niggas
I don't even drive
Foolish pride
Never learn my lesson
They say rage is blind
Had a homie steal
It broke my heart
Still can't judge a life
He only had to ask
I'll give my last
I'll forgive this time
She asking about my past
Just know we come from
Where the sun don't shine
Tragic
Tragic
Ten bullets in his chest
He asthmatic
Tragic
Tragic
She ask if God is real
This shit is tragic
Chopper hanging out the coupe
It be my passenger
Brodie shooting out the roof
He off a half a perc
Know I gave my mom the blues
But made these Benji's work
So if not I'm living proof
And I don't know you baby
I don't want to sit and argue
I want new Mercedes
They want a hero
This ain't marvel
I can't do no saving
Turned them zeros into diamonds
And a new vacation
From Midwest I love my climate
Good for inspiration
And I'm really from the trench
This ain't entertainment
Baby these is my confessions
Like I'm Usher Raymond
I'm a hustler
My profession can get kind of dangerous
Tragic
Tragic
Ten bullets in his chest
He asthmatic
Tragic
Tragic
She ask if God is real
This shit is tragic
En el nombre del Padre
Y del Hijo
Y del Espíritu Santo
Amen
Dios te salve María
Llena eres de gracia
El Señor es contigo
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesús
Santa María
Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora
Y en la hora de nuestra muerte
Amen
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Writer(s): Steffond Keyes
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