Jimy Powers - Made of Gold lyrics

[Hook: Ricky Storm] As life goes on my heart gets cold My heart gets cold My heart gets cold But real n***as made of gold Real n***as made of gold Real n***as made of gold We can't be broke (x2) [Verse 1: Anton Lovely] Little boy black On the verge of suicide And his momma crying Baby girl riding The dramas coming from that little black book Hiding in that black bag Residing from that little black school More stacks on his mind No money, no grind To provide for baby girl The route of a crazy world But, shawty didn't care If the thought came To run up in the bank With two thangs on my waist Shawtys there, She said "Don't go you're made of gold And hey, good things come to good people that wait And if they have to say they real n***as they fake And Titty Boi didn't become 2 Chainz in a day Pumpkin, baby, just stay with me Why don't you think about your future kids and family" And I said "Baby girl you know you're the hottest I ain't shovelling no snow but you gon' get that Benzo" [Hook] [Verse 2: Ricky Storm] Drink away my sins Smoke away my sorrows Now i'm living life like there ain't no tomorrow All of these visions in my dreams Million dollar schemes Palm trees, California breeze Swear that's all that a n***a need She's been looking for a papi But I ain't around I've been out of town Gave that b**h a poppy, remember me now sh** is too real She in hell, and I can tell In my doorbell We ain't talking, she just taking off my belt It's alright now It's okay But these 2 lives will never ever mix, theres no way Road to riches No b**hes Less im running with Mary-Jane She's the only one that I could never hit to ease the pain That's how it is, thats how it is No regrets about how I live All of these cups up in the air All of these blunts straight to my head And it's back to me again Cold as f** n***as out here already know whats up Cause we're coming for their heads And its time to duck Lifes all hard work, no such thing as luck We go! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jimy Powers] It's dark! We live this by the double, wheres the arc? Just a soulless individual who's visuals are scarred Who's coming up from no-thing Give that a ring Made of gold His effervescent soul & forever stretching goals Jacos raw New name same facade It moves through his veins Pharaoh blood, the moon set among us & watch the sun come, it's done ta-da! Bright skies light it up, it's all brava We're all in the sphere People often appear Who give me off putting stares His f**s are awfully shared! He's getting cooler & colder it's like a cooler in here Just might get frieza'd in gold & go Han Solo next year & She knows He's C3PO This C4 we blow Around weak people, in his mind he's hearing: "You go! He cold! Heart froze! I'm gold!" Jaco see's goals in pure form his dreams will unfold I'm cold!