Gold

So we made it to the same end the road

And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold

How i made it out with my soul
Ashtrays and cigarretes last days indigenous people
These are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success i want yall to get a whiff of this
On the move like black slaves through the wilderness
I write it and still get invited to white christmases

When i was born three wise men came to visit us
One a hustler one a king one a prisoner
They cracked the bottle then started giving gifts
You from chicago we want you to deliver this
Show the walking dead who the truly living is
Separate the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine back to the sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending drunk nights with storybook endings
I guess its my addiction to women

I was in france hennessey blending
Writing my own scripts like im tennessee williams
Now its new beginnings like a born again christian
On the mic victorious story is redemption

Im sitting at the top im not alone

Feed our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to cook it for survival

My dad said it rained on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain make these guys drive slow
Like i was 5-0 but my creeds apollo
On the rock and roll with the coldest live show
For those before i came im made the song cry for em
Lyrical gymnastyou set the bar low
This is that kilimanjaro like twitter you can follow
It may be hard to read like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of cairo check my youth revival
Truth inside flow i stand like em did with dido
Crashed parties any live yo
Is libel to get banged like things that rival tribal slang
From the killed the game and watched it die slow
Ali mc i fight for more than the title
Your idol

So we made it to the same end the road

And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold

How i made it out with my soul