[Lyric] Fools Gold (Lennin Ledesma & LiRoot & TJB)

[Verse 1: Lennin Ledesma]
Ayo back on top and that's right where I’m supposed to be
The grind don't stop, I can't let them get close to me
They calling me a rapper but really I’m writing poetry
My journey is the fact that I'm writing this shit openly
Hoping they take notice, I've been paying the token fee
I'm tryna ride the wave, found myself in the open sea
I can't swim, I've been drowning so hopelessly
I can't win, and that's the reason I be smoking seed
Been down for so long, feeling like I belong at the bottom
The rest of my feelings inside of a bottle
Living in the fast lane with my foot on the throttle
Shit I got so many verses I could write me a novel
Shit my writing had me nervous like a tough act to follow
I work hard I deserve this can’t look past tomorrow
A prisoner of the moment I’m owning this shit
I'm holding the throne in my zone and I’m sorry for your sorrow
It's cus I'm still on top I've just been working on the recipe
The block stay hot you gotta watch out for your enemies
And when that beat drops, yeah, that’s the remedy
It's giving off this energy, there's nothing else I'll ever need
[Verse 2: Von Worms]
I'm in and out the reverie, back and forth how tennis be
I'm in my 30's, love, still searchin' on the seven seas
Submerged in the wreckage he'd, better see something neat from the
1715 treasure fleet
Look for tomorrow in a sunken Spanish galleon
Type to borrow luck from a hamsa medallion
Hawked it for the chain, handsomest stallion, ever
Never cuttin' off the mane, man
If you're in it for the fame or the name brands
Complimentary Grey Sands
Change that lens for a mirror in the ray bans
Smoking sure was cool but now everything tastes bland
You wrote your last verse and stole a purse with the same hand
Dang man, you're not a bad guy right?
Just highlighting every reason not to pine for pyrite
Aka fool's gold, yeah and you'll know
When all the damn spoils go Costanza when the pools cold
As seen on TV
Cop a hedonic treadmill and leave it on spree
Only gold I'm sittin' on is if I'm peein' on the seat
I take every piece and heave it in the sea
Weaning off the greed, it's neat to see God leave it in the breed
He's even keeled when he's bleedin' thin and breathin' in trees
I'm never leaving in seeds even Z's are getting Z's despite the DB's
His life is a repeat, no need to lift a hand when it's all the same shit again appearing in the sifting pan
Another day another honest buck, another couple bumps in gas and I'll be riding on the bus
It sucks, rhyming on the cut it's foolish I know it's the only type that doesn't rust
Gold for the diamonds in rough, a fool's pursuit that turns time into dust
[Verse 3: LiRoot]
Second Generational dreamer, biproduct of underestimated overachievers
Tear ducts produce enough to wallow in waders
Reality's a tough pill to swallow, but better sooner than later
In memory of all those whose couldn't make it, tomb letters faded
Too soon to anticipate it, too late to evade it
Shadowboxing with father time, but he got years ahead of me
And a sixth sense for what I pine - for
I'm inclined towards success, partial to unrest
Late night scheming, impractical day time feelings
A copper cog rusted in the machine, a ghost of where my dreams lead me, lied to by authority
False pretenses, force reflexive reflexes to fight back against adverse restlessness
The rest makes sense 'm not throwing away my shot
Lin Manuel Miranda writes the right to succeed against all odds
In the heights, puro Latino pride, to carry me where I need to reside
The proper side, where happiness comes from deep down inside
But I don't know that, not until I'm told that
By adoring fans in hoards and groves
And a picture with a caption on the front cover of Forbes
For what? Idk I guess it's just what I've been told, the pot at the end of the rainbow
You know what they call it – Fool's Gold