Esoteric Creations - Gold

I might go and snap (The audacity)
If another nigga don't be what he's actually
Have you ever met a person cappin casually
Acting like they're acting real but never acting naturally
Talk about a wolf in sheep's skin
Going off the deep end
You know what nevermind I think that that's wrap for me
They be tryna have you thinkin
That they living geeked and
You mix the real with something that ain't happen factually
I said yo, "I know what glitters ain't gold"
I've been played a couple times but it helps me grow, you know
We are all just people
Gee, what do we know about deceit or evil?
Unequal, in an everlasting race chasing something that won't last
Think you're talking to their face but you're talking to their mask
Got you thinking bout the future, but you're sinking in their past, yuh

Cars and clothes don't make you worthy
I find it unusual you measure stature by the fleck of diamond rings
Big ol' shiny things, not the content of your brain
It won't work when the time has run out for ya
Loose change in your pocket feeling strange to ya
Gold things gone one day just fade away from ya
It's mundane, that's the price of golden things, yeah

Imma count my luck like gold
Let my blessings drip from my body and soul
Pouring out my magic real fire is cold
But if I didn't matter would you use me like coal (Damn)
Niggas is digging for gold
Cause they can't count they luck
And they stuck on a rush for the money
Feening for honey ain't funny my nigga
We bees in the hive and still lunching on sugar
Claim we alive and then when the truth hit ya
Fold all your cards call that flushing a winner
Shit don't add up like the prices
Stuck on a fix like you hit with the vices
Second to best got you sweatin for silver
And now you caught up in crisis
Wake up with a new chain now you cosigning
Wonder if the color gon' change with the timing

Cars and clothes don't make you worthy
I find it unusual you measure stature by the fleck of diamond rings
Big ol' shiny things, not the content of your brain
It won't work when the time has run out for ya
Loose change in your pocket feeling strange to ya
Gold things gone one day just fade away from ya,
It's mundane, that's the price of golden things, yeah

Written by:
FREED, SMITH, KIMANI CHADWICK SMITH, ROEL VALENTINE POWELL, SIMEON ALPHANSO RICHARDS, STEVE BOGARD, ALINA SMITH

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