From Pain To Gold

[Intro: Dyce Payne]
Ooooo… Oooo…Aaaaaah…. Ahhhhh…

[Producer's Stamp]
Ah Homebwoi! Fi-Fi Fi Flame

[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
Life’s what I made it. I turned my pain to gold. Hard to take advice when you made it on your own. Road to riches, pretty woman, diamonds dancing on business. Da da da da da da!

[Verse 1: 4-Ize]
Yeah! From a butterfly to a caterpillar, full metal alchemist, I’m pullin’ out the magic in her. Tragic feelin’ from this battle of dealin’ daily with my demon. Decisions with the choices that we make for different reasons. And the season for the harvest, farmers reaping what they're sowin’, last dragon I’m the master need to keep my body glowin’. Got me knowin’ that greatness comes from something built in. God’s purpose verses converted like Rumplestilskin. Spinnin’ straw into gold, role model, centerfold, bold knowin’ I’ll survive. Lifes harsh, winters cold. Weathered the storm, no stage fright you better perform. Benevolent, heaven-sent messenger, who let it be born? God wills it. In the book of life, look at the script, fully equipped. How you think I got sugar from shit. It wasn’t easy. But I’mma grin and bare it how I wear it. Like a dookie rope poop chain that’s 24 carats. 4-Ize and Homebwoi, it should be real apparent

[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
Life’s what I made it. I turned my pain to gold. Hard to take advice when you made it on your own. Road to riches, pretty woman, diamonds dancing on business. Da da da da da da!

[Verse 2: K.Spade]
Yeah! I swear I try to be humble. But let me tell you why that shit’s so hard. I really did this by myself that’s why this hits so hard. From being picked on and doubted, tripped up and outed, only made me big up. I never switched up, I sprouted. Two blue collar parents, so hard work was an early lesson. I Know nobody’s got my back and that’s my surly blessin’. And yeah, I’d rather be quiet wealth, than loud rich. But do you hear the words that are comin’ out my mouth bitch! Sure I should probably buy some land, be a better man, but I just copped a chain and some Forgeys, man y’all don’t understand. I’m feelin’ invincible. When I win it’s habitual, all my theories are critical, all minutias applicable, transcendent, atypical. Active just like a socket. Blastin’ off like a rocket, with cash wods in my pocket. So even if I’m rockin’ rags when I’m spotted, a blind man can clearly see I got it nigga! Spades…

[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
Life’s what I made it. I turned my pain to gold. Hard to take advice when you made it on your own. Road to riches, pretty woman, diamonds dancing on business. Da da da da da da!

[Verse 3: Homebwoi]
Look here! Speak cap when they face ya, they dap you then hate ya, get slack with the paper, erratic, testin’ my impeccable nature, unphased how they come at ya. They don’t know how to take ya. When all-in-all I’m the hottest nigga this side the equator. Been left to die so many times that I just face it instead. Live amongst the living. Peacefully, I walk with the dead. Sometimes I wonder why we get so dramatic, it ain’t no need to go panic, but nonetheless, look it gets hot in the attic. Around my wrist, there’s a Patek Philippe. And all that static is cheap, gets hard to listen when you’ve played me for weak. They said I’ll never see the light again, but life is so sweet. So as my team and I eat, them bitches under my feet to catch the crumbs

[Bridge: Dyce Payne]
May God keep me covered. Stock up my blessings. Times that I’ve suffered, hard times questioned. But I know (but I know), but I know there’s more gold on the other side of the road (other side of the), other side of the (other side of the) other side of the road. Other side of the other side of the road yeah!

[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
Life’s what I made it. I turned my pain to gold. Hard to take advice when you made it on your own. Road to riches, pretty woman, diamonds dancing on business. Da da da da da da!