Fools Gold

[Intro]
I got extra, my nigga

[Chorus]
Uh, mama said, "Keep your head in the books"
Everything can't be seen as it looks
Don't fuck around and be a fool for the gold
[?] food for the soul
Come get some of this soul food
I got extra, my nigga
I got extra, my nigga
I got extra, my nigga

[Verse 1]
Grab a plate and gravitate to this real shit
Rather late than never
Niggas in the trap like mice tryna chase the cheddar
I was harvestin' this food for the soul 'cause it tasted better
A freshman, but sound like it's eighth semester
Why do press take forevеr
I think about my life and ask
"Will this cash really make it bеtter
Or will it all be a waste of effort?"
Smoke weed to escape the pressure
Mind on a hundred miles per hour
If cash is the source that supplies the power
Then I'm still just a field nigga, black and broke
But that don't take away from the fact I'm dope
Used to go halves on the set to smoke
Cuzzo in the classroom crackin' jokes
Tryna mask all his pain 'cause his pops need to crack the code
Now the whole fam lackin' hope, Hell, to each his own
I really hate to make your secrets known
We all just products of a decent home, so who's judgin'?
A nigga never hit the snooze button
'Cause I can't afford to lose nothin'
Mama say you got to choose somethin'
That's why I'm up at two-somethin'
But I gotta be at work at six
Tryna find a verse that fits
I'm feelin' like it's worth the risk
Start gettin' pennies for my thoughts and it'll all make perfect sense
At eighteen got my first offence
Look, I'm finna paint the picture on the canvas
College freshman servin' niggas on the campus
Twelve kicked the door on a nigga at the crib in his pyjamas
Very first visit to the slammer
My very first vision was my grandma
Like, so much for livin' up to standards
Kicked out of school so much for literature and grammar
Mama tried to warn me of these perils when I was a lil' nigga
But I didn't understand her
Hell, I didn't really care to
Crazy how the night before I got arrested
My mama hit my phone and said "Son, be careful"
My exit from college was sudden
Now I'm just workin' like a machine while the White man stand in the control room togglin' buttons
Don't wanna hear 'bout how much money you make
Or the models you fuckin', I rather give these niggas soul food

[Chorus]
Uh, mama said, "Keep your head in the books"
Everything can't be seen as it looks
Don't fuck around and be a fool for the gold
[?] food for the soul
Come get some of this soul food
I got extra, my nigga
I got extra, my nigga
I got extra, my nigga

[Verse 2]
Uh, one Black man with a voice
Is more powerful than a hundred Blacks with weapons
And with that bein' said, I'm glad to see you came back for seconds
I've been knittin' words together like cashmere
Lotta niggas grew up without their dads here
Lack of God is resortin' to acts of violence
These niggas masked up, pointin' pencils at the cashier
Don't let the television brainwash you
See, this is more like a delicate [?]
As of lately, I been dwellin' in tents
Fuck the gold, I been nourishin' my soul
Because if you the wrong broke, then you'll never get fixed
Zombies lurkin' from like seven to six
Probably catch you comin' out of the convenience store
Askin' you for any spare change on person or in vehicle
And should I feel bad if I tell 'em, "No" before I even know?
He say he tryna get a bite to eat
So, Hell, I went and bought food, he ain't eat it though
Nothin' that I hadn't seen before
I wonder, if I could tap into his mind, what his dreams would show
The desperation of a poor crack addict
I'm sorry, my nigga, I can't support that habit
And besides, you're a lil' too old to be still chasin' fools gold
Come get this food for the soul

[Outro]
Yeah, ayy, come get that food for the soul
Uh, come get that food for the soul
Uh-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na