POTS OF GOLD (feat. Jaysanityy)

I'm tryn' build foundation
Tribulations
I walk amongst this soil, forsaken

Man they want my soul on this pavement
Man they want my soul

I just want more dough in my savings
Cop a mink sweater just balance out the cold
All the talk online, bout who this and who that
Bitch I'm amazing
If I won't help me evolve, don't hit my phone

We all witness all the killings
We all witness all the smoke
When they start to mention business
Dawg them words ain't gospel

I, can not believe what I'm seeing in the glow
I, can not believe so I keep my eyes closed

2 lungs filled with smoke, get me in that zone
Had my heart took when I was young, I can't love these hoes
Niggas talking friends, clean your lens, these folks clones
I can see the end, in my hands, pots of gold
Pots of gold

Man they want my soul on this pavement

Copped a hoodie for the weather, now i gotta go the colder route
I can see them hands tryna reach this pot of gold
They ain't never had them no advantage and it shows
Cause when i have the advantage, they be looking like they don't know
Taking pictures with that Kodak like i wanna drive the boat
And what i'm meaning by pictures is just taking a mental note
I chop it then i mix it up but on the low
I don't want them knowing what it is now, the plan i can't expose
They typing on the internet like they gon bite
They bot some alligators, these words'll spin you around and then have you doing the doechii-doe
To top it off, my dawg will say "i told you so"
You telling everyone to tag along because you sold you soul
You gotta own it though
Like Oprah Winfrey network show
Got a reputation like an artist portfolio
Go and and score your goal, but you can't take this pot of gold
You can't take this, no



Credits
Writer(s): Micah Henry, Julius Gondoun
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