Fools Gold

Lyrics

[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