[Hook]
All that glitters is not gold
No gold is not reality
Mama, real is what you lays on me funky sweater
[Verse 1]
Million dollar dreams of the million dollar b**hes
This is my ambition for my n***as in the mission
This my intermission, this my inner vision
Addicted to the game, like b**hes and extensions
Sometimes I like to blow trees with the OG's
Reminisce about the oldies and b**hes that were homies
n***as that would OD, when they on the codeine
Ever since Michael Brown got k**ed in 2014
I ain't been the same man, amazing
This life is like a journey I get lost in the maze and
I'm like a caged bird, cause I get caged in
I wanna shift the culture, just like a caveman
I feel resurrected ever since the last tape
The bad taste had me thinking that I need to pack weight
To keep myself together and to keep myself afloat
Looking at my rhymes reminisce on what I wrote
What you gonna do when your game's too on
But your pain's to strong, and they always tryna phase you son
Better make you one, and I thank you God
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here nah
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Playing all these mind games this my illusion
f** the constitution and prison institutions
This is just a great example of my disillusion
And if you wanted peace, I'm sorry for intruding
Shoutout to the single mothers, I feel ya pain
I never been one but I know one who be in the game
And who knew that she would raise up a genius
And that's the perfect reason why single mothers are needed
Looking at the black child whose father never claimed
n***a you's a fake y'all the same DNA
And that's the biggest reason why you be in the way
When n***as selling d** instead of paying Sallie Mae
As I say these words it's the realest sh** ever
Tryna be clever, and keep myself together
Worried bout the wrong things from diamonds to my cheddar
n***as can't save man I don't know better
Dead presidentials, pricey residentials
Took a large toll on my physical and mental
I'm not finna lie man my chain is just a rental
If I bought a real one I wouldn't afford dental
[Bridge]
All the diamond rings, material things
They don't mean a thing
They don't count down to a thing (And I'm tellin you)
All my way in gold
And all I know, I know
Are these things
[Verse 3]
This is not a rap this is poetry in motion
Multiply, divide you will never find the quotient
Mind's always closed this the first time it's open
Always being real, never ever sugarcoating
I believe in God, everybody got a purpose
Whether that it's poetry or 9 to 5 working
I'm just drowning, God help me to the surface
I ain't ready to go like people when the church end
Just a young kid with a dollar and a dream
I be on the scene and it ain't what it seems
I appeal to all the college kids and the fiends
With the Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M
Praying for my city, praying for my city
All these n***as shooting man this sh** ain't even pretty
And the government, they don't wanna help
They don't care about our health, why they always stay in stealth
And I'm really praying that you know what I be saying
Always on the run man I gotta start pacing
Wonder what we talk about wonder what we making
This is just my outlet Got let me make it
[Hook X2]