LA Chase - American Gold lyrics

[Hook 2X] But ain't it all about the gold? But ain't it all about the gold? And all the records that you sold? Mean that money getting old [Verse 1] Young n***a getting grown Claiming they can do it on they own Can't even pay the bills and they tryna buy a phone Wait till this n***a move out his home He gone be living his dream With a** kissers for his throne And y'all see it Tall tale girls make you believe it and it, shows You see em selling out his shows People tryna take his soul But so scared to wear his shoes They asking where he get it from [Hook 2X] [Verse 2] Sees himself out with the President at Martha's Vineyard But he couldn't find time to take Martha to dinner f**ing every broad when he make it Martha knows he's a sinner, he'll prolly sin again That's just word for wisdom He made some mixtapes aimed at a mixed race The Constitution is just an illusion to avoid confusion And in his book, he booked bets to see if winners were losing Chasing his own fantasies not worried bout the life they choosing It's difficult, when all you want is the residuals The fame, the name And everything seems instinctual And the game is truly physical Swimming in deep waters just imagine if its mystical Yea, it's truly pitiful The women you know become skeptical And the rappers start protecting they flows To this day n***as still say they got hoes That's what it's all about right? [Hook 2x]