[Hook 2X]
But ain't it all about the gold?
But ain't it all about the gold?
And all the records that you sold?
Mean that money getting old
[Verse 1]
Young nigga getting grown
Claiming they can do it on they own
Can't even pay the bills and they tryna buy a phone
Wait till this nigga move out his home
He gone be living his dream
With ass kissers for his throne
And y'all see it
Tall tale girls make you believe it and it, shows
You see em selling out his shows
People tryna take his soul
But so scared to wear his shoes
They asking where he get it from
[Hook 2X]
[Verse 2]
Sees himself out with the President at Martha's Vineyard
But he couldn't find time to take Martha to dinner
Fucking every broad when he make it
Martha knows he's a sinner, he'll prolly sin again
That's just word for wisdom
He made some mixtapes aimed at a mixed race
The Constitution is just an illusion to avoid confusion
And in his book, he booked bets to see if winners were losing
Chasing his own fantasies not worried bout the life they choosing
It's difficult, when all you want is the residuals
The fame, the name
And everything seems instinctual
And the game is truly physical
Swimming in deep waters just imagine if its mystical
Yea, it's truly pitiful
The women you know become skeptical
And the rappers start protecting they flows
To this day niggas still say they got hoes
That's what it's all about right?
[Hook 2x]
But ain't it all about the gold?
But ain't it all about the gold?
And all the records that you sold?
Mean that money getting old
[Verse 1]
Young nigga getting grown
Claiming they can do it on they own
Can't even pay the bills and they tryna buy a phone
Wait till this nigga move out his home
He gone be living his dream
With ass kissers for his throne
And y'all see it
Tall tale girls make you believe it and it, shows
You see em selling out his shows
People tryna take his soul
But so scared to wear his shoes
They asking where he get it from
[Hook 2X]
[Verse 2]
Sees himself out with the President at Martha's Vineyard
But he couldn't find time to take Martha to dinner
Fucking every broad when he make it
Martha knows he's a sinner, he'll prolly sin again
That's just word for wisdom
He made some mixtapes aimed at a mixed race
The Constitution is just an illusion to avoid confusion
And in his book, he booked bets to see if winners were losing
Chasing his own fantasies not worried bout the life they choosing
It's difficult, when all you want is the residuals
The fame, the name
And everything seems instinctual
And the game is truly physical
Swimming in deep waters just imagine if its mystical
Yea, it's truly pitiful
The women you know become skeptical
And the rappers start protecting they flows
To this day niggas still say they got hoes
That's what it's all about right?
[Hook 2x]
( M.Wade )
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