Verse 1
I tell you guys, I spit crack, but I don't smoke none
Fools wanna hit back cause I wrote one
They sell their souls, just so they could say they sold one
I'm lookin into my mind, boy it's a gold mine
For my gold run
S'like the gold rush
Yeah, I go nuts
I open up my brain
Let the ideas fall like a tree dropped a coconut
And woke me up
I'm ready, I swear to you
No more Betty Boops
I admit I made a couple oops
But I learned and now I know enough
No more slowin' up
No more hope for us
We won't wait for our day to come
We waited, it never came
We gave up, came back
And now we dope enough
To do it ourselves
You can tell me I can't do it, shit, I do that myself
Constantly doubted
My brain is constantly clouded
But you gotta let the rain fall fore the bow comes
To find that pot behind the mountain
I ain't talkin bout the drugs you apparently sold
I'm talkin' bout my pot of gold
Verse 2
Drop what you're doin'
Damn, did you listen
Crazy how much power I got now
I'm just chillin'
Still fidgetin' with that pad
That A.D.D ain't gone away
Is it cause my flow so dope
That you feel some type of way
Or is it cause my notepad full of that bonafide talent
I confide into these pencils, stack em up and make a palace
I been talkin' for so long, how my tongue ain't got no callus
Why these bastards still make noise, don't they know they got no talent
Don't they know that I'm unstoppable
Passed the top with my opticals
Ain't nothing I can't reach, my potential's astronomical
I'm the bomb, you should get the army on the line
This a takeover, goin' round the world with my design
Every stage I touch, I promise you will remember me
Jump into the crowd and go surfin' up on the energy
Lounge in my lawn chair with a mic in my hand
I do this writin' and rappin', till I'm old as my grams
Keep droppin' tracks, one day you'll understand
Everything out of my mouth
Is gold, believe me man
Verse 3
I got gold bars, type where money don't matter
I let this off my chest to ease the pressure off the platter
Movin' forward, two step backwards
But I always find a way up
Couldn't shoot the free throw, so I'm trynna get the lay up
I'll do what I can do to get some points up on the board
Before you get confused, you might just wanna check the score
You were busy countin' money, I broke out of the mold
And what comes next is pure gold
Gold was written by MiQ.
Gold was produced by Kyle “Keezy” Turner.