Gold

How far would you go

all that glitters ain’t gold

How many truths did you hold

all the lies that you told

Fuck it

On the road it get lonely and cold

Don’t let em take your soul,

it’ll leave you exposed

How far would you go

all that glitters ain’t gold

How many truths did you hold

all the lies that you told

Fuck it

On the road it get lonely and cold

Don’t let em take your soul

it’ll leave you exposed

Spark the blunt, let’s get high to it

Don’t you front on me baby, don’t gotta lie to me

Nah,

My heart colder than the winter breeze

In the sprinter having dinner with my enemies

Breaking bread with the savages, tell me now ain’t that a bitch

Feeling stuck and can’t get out of this

Warm welcomes turn to cold shoulders

Watch em fold over, indicted bro cuz he just sold boulders

Yea

And he ain’t know no better

Had to get it back in blood, had em leaking on my sweater

It’s fucked up, we just take and repeat

They crooked like the preach stealing bread from the weak

Give a fuck about the poor, I’m just running the score

Wonder if she give me more, for I head out the door

I just reminisce

miss my brother man you truly missed

Take a shot roll this blunt homie take a hit

How far would you go

all that glitters ain’t gold

How many truths did you hold

all the lies that you told

Fuck it

On the road it get lonely and cold

Don’t let em take your soul

it’ll leave you exposed

How far would you go

all that glitters ain’t gold

How many truths did you hold

all the lies that you told

Fuck it

On the road it get lonely and cold

Don’t let em take your soul

it’ll leave you exposed

They was divided, now they sided powers In they own hands

Now these bitches going crazy like they Lindsey low hand

Never doubted at the slightest I would be my own man

Never played the cards dealt I just made my own hand

Now I got my own Stans , fucking fans in the parking lot

Pulling out that parking spot got em all in shock

I’m that shooter from the jump here’s a warning shot

Had to put my niggas on we was all in stocks

Up and down like the Dow jones

Had a couple pounds sold

Roll the windows now the pounds blown

Like my money like my weed full of blue and green

Far as you can see, me? George towns own

From the gutter had them butters since a size six

Only fuckin with lil shorty cuz she ride stick

Up and down like the Dow jones I double back

Lost the bag once, never again I double that

How far would you go

All that glitters ain’t gold

How many truths did you hold

All the lies that told

Fuck it,

On the road it get lonely and cold

Don’t let em take your soul

It’ll leave you exposed

How far would you go

All that glitters ain’t gold

How many truths did you hold

All the lies that told

Fuck it,

On the road it get lonely and cold

Don’t let em take your soul

It’ll leave you exposed