Letra de ' Gold (feat. Exile, Ahmed Anwar & Nana) ' de Blu

Yet again
I go anywhere I can
Might go get the can of paint
I should lay low, but I can't
I wore all my gold chains today
God it hurt, but I gotta stay fly
Ain't a Rolex, but I got time
Bet a whole check that I'm gone shine

This one is for the shine
Dedicated to those who go mile for mile
Try to stare at the Sun and you go blind
I rhyme from the spirit, whether or not you hear it
My merits is solid 24 karat
And I wear it every day and night
Everywhere I go, I got on gold
When it's hot, it's hot
When it's cold, it's cold
I rose out my sleep, gold teeth on my teeth
No beef cus I don't eat beef
I keep heat for the haters
And shine like I'm the creator
With a chemical element found in nature
Some are out for paper, I'm out for what the crown is made of
Solid gold, playa, this is not for road players
This for kings

I call my brother son, because he shines like one
I be me, that key shit, 'cus of all the dirt I've done
I won't go to church, I need that Jesus gold one
Tell me I'm good

I woke up with gold on my chest
Still knowin' that it's a threat
To the vets who ain't got and youngins who want next
My lady tellin' me to lay low but they know
If they got it, then they show it, as if this is a show
So I throw on my gold rings and throw on my fronts
I don't front, I gotta give the people what they want
They want the Sun to shine, fine, and I ain't gonna hide
I'ma shine in my new clothes and show off my ride
First [?] Sunset Strip
When my sound zone hit, not aware of the niggas in the next whip
I hit the brakes, expectin' them to set trip
So I'm puttin' my hand on my grip
Before I dipped out
The whole gang started shoutin' my name
I realized they were fans and not after my chain
I threw the peace sign up, my Jesus piece untucked
Untouched, looking like the new King Tut

I woke up stagnant
Gold on my chest is absent
Still claim my nieces on my taxes
I'm months behind rent, landlord is still askin'
Like a botched BBL, I'm still half assin'
I go outside, start up my vehicle, see the oil bleed
Rap shit's been enough stress, waitin' on royalties
Such a far cry from a Sequoia breeze
I know they say [?]
But more important is lawyers fees
Not a man within my family's rich
I mean granted, understand nobody handed me shit
Any longer then, you'll probably see my sanity flip
I guess today's the day I plan to scratch my vanity's itch
Five deep on the 10 freeway, we spot Blu
His neck glowin', I'm a fan, but fuck I gotta do what I gotta do
Reach for the blower, upon release the shit jammed
Thinkin' quick on my feet, I just say peace, like

I call my brother son, because he shines like one
I be me, that key shit, 'cus of all the dirt I've done
I won't go to church, I need that Jesus gold one
Tell me I'm good

Yet again
I go anywhere I can
Might go get the can of paint
I should lay low, but I can't
I wore all my gold chains today
God it hurt, but I gotta stay fly
Ain't a Rolex, but I got time
Bet a whole check that I'm gone shine, yea

I call my brother son, because he shines like one
I be me, that key shit, 'cus of all the dirt I've done
I won't go to church, I need that Jesus gold one
Tell me I'm good