[Chorus: Britain Parker]
You'll tell me stories
I'll show you pictures
You'll be beside me
When we return to gold
You know I'm sorry
I'll have forgiveness
You'll be my only
When we return to gold
[Verse 1: Sene]
Uh, but until I'm back again
And all you snobs like rap again
I'll go find folks more pa**ionate
Before I ever put my whole or my half in it
Uh!
I'm on my way into the press box
And you trying to cop yourself an Xbox
I'm taking off my guest(?) , it's so strange
Lift like my thought process, see how lost I get
They say that he's bipolar
And he buys nothing except for roll-ups
He buys something for his chums to smoke
Same time tell ‘em, “watch for the undertow, bruh”
This game's got kings and cobras
Act same way like pimps and hoes does
So the Jakes wanna catch and hold us
Say, is that a rapper or the wrestler Gold Dust?
We got chains, but don't got masters
School of hard knocks, don't got cla**es
Street sh**, beat sh**, tested, pa**ed it
Came from dust and returned to ashes
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Sene]
No, don't nobody stay gold
No, everybody gotta grow
And you can see their cracks, and you can see their faults
When they unfold
I said, no!
Don't nobody stay gold
No, everybody gotta grow
And you can see their cracks, and you can see their faults
When they unfold
[Verse 2: Sene]
You can't take nothing for granted
I work for mind, you understand it?
I know folks who don't work
They're jerks, they b**h and moan, sit at home and demand things
They just want a rich spouse to marry it
Not do sh** like Rob Kardashian
Got a whole team just to help with management
They don't even really know what they're managing
But go ahead bring the cameras in
Send the flicks in, we'll examine ‘em
We don't wanna show our bad sides
And fans still think we're perfect as it is
And that's that sh** that makes it hazardous
Little girls getting their tits fixed as a diss (?)
Now I think about that air-brushing
That you do to fix your stomach in all them ads you in
Giving you abs again
And they ain't even full-grown, but theirs gotta look like yours though
And you do it reverse for getting old
That ain't how you stay gold
[Chorus]
[Bridge]