Fools Gold (Explicit)

Fool's gold

Digging for soul

Cause I lost my own

And I can't get home

See I'm blinded by gold

That fool's gold

Is out of control

That fool's gold

Oh oh oh

Fool's Gold F e s u

I wrote this rhyme inside a test tube

And checked through the list of stones and step stools

To climb up the ladder and batter the best crews

I never gave a f**k always lit the fuse

And I customized all the s**t I used

Prostitutes wait for that dude

Now won't hesitate when the stakes

High noon

Tombstone Holiday Doc

F**k all these rappers with the diamonds in they watch

Hot hot hot s**t on beats throw my headphones on

And rock some Mobb Deep

The quiet storm will creep and break down the

Breach get em out of the darkness pull em out of they seats

I think we got a little soul in the streets but

I keep on digging to the middle of the beef singing

Fool's gold

Digging for soul

Cause I lost my own

And I can't get home

See I'm blinded by gold

That fool's gold

Is out of control

That fool's gold

Oh oh oh

New kid on the 145

Living outta bottle wit a genie on my side

And a bunch of graffiti on my ride

A beanie on my mind and the need to be alive

Thank God I survived last night was a close call

35 in the ride and I dozed off

Woke up in the lost and found

Fell deep in some p***y and I almost drowned

Bad influence that's I been do it

Blinded by the gold so I been thru it

Now I gotta little leeway on freeways

Zen Buddhist approach To these dj's

See they don't understand how we relay

It's all about the he say she say we replay

Bring it all back down for the goals

Hope I never have to sell my soul and it goes

Fool's gold

Digging for soul

Cause I lost my own

And I can't get home

See I'm blinded by gold

That fool's gold

Is out of control

That fool's gold

Oh oh oh