Fool's Gold (feat. Quis Chandla & Kidd Kiture)

I've been lost in maze, living in the darkest of days Mom drugged up off oxy and haze And Dad had a misstep, locked in a cage Every damn night, the Larken will spray Body bagged up, see em haul it away Hurt bottled up, ain't talking for days I just gotta put another mark on the page Then another mark, another mark, then another mark Until I have a full song to create Grinding hard for the fame, it's the only way I can walk from the pain Late nights making tracks with the gang Shows every night to establish my name Got a little buzz off the rap, I'm amazed That y'all gravitating to the passion and pain So I grind more, gotta find dough Ain't I won't spend another week in this Tahoe Late night, can't sleep with my eyes closed Every night, gotta peek through the blindfold Time out, I'm close to the fame, I could have platinum and gold in my chain All around the world, fans knowing my name I just gotta give my soul in exchange I've been lonely, pressure is on me Take my soul and I can make this money I've been lonely, pressure is on me Take my soul and I can make this money 500 Thou, 500 thou First record is gold, getting money now All around the globe, see me run around It beats being underground Fresh fit, gotta floss on the scene Y'all follow me, I'm the boss of my team Pop percs everyday, gotta the cough in the lean Tattoo on my soul got the mark of the beast Left my old wiz for a bad chick No offense but my old shortly average Wrist dripped up, neck flashing Got another 100 racks in the mattress Swagged out with the Fendi attire Crib laced up with a sexy design Got a double R and a Bentley to ride But why am I empty inside? I've been lonely, pressure is on me Take my soul and I can make this money I've been lonely, pressure is on me Take my soul and I can make this money How do you measure a real man without no plan What is a woman who selling ass for that first class on demand Hard to admit that they different One is ambivalence one's on a mission Finding the flaws in both of those situations really come down to your vision My mom said she got astigmatism and suggested I go get my eyes checked But I been seeing through the bullshit Since double Dutch up in the projects Was a natural thing that the girls did And a mongoose was a boys fix Now they having sex before puberty Shit is horrifying and it sound sick What do you wanna be known as You the big man with the quick cash Got a foreign bitch with a huge ass And a German vehicle you drive fast Mother living in the projects Sister addicted to fentanyl Got a baby around that you never claim Let me ask what the f*ck is you flexing for Thinking Louie belts make you something bigger Even Kodak black ain't see the bigger picture How ya life flash when you chasing money Got you feeling gassed with supreme issues Yea, lemme tell em again Feeling gassed with supreme issues Got you feeling tense need a deep tissue Massage when livin' ya biggest fear Never thought that the money would disappear And it all vanish ain't believe in magic But you losin' ya status you looking tragic Rappin bout shit that you can't afford Is a tough expense when you ain't rich Keeping up the image of a trap god Eating at ya soul, was it worth the risk