Swoope - Fools Gold lyrics

[Hook] You need something real Baby that ain't never gonna last That's just fool's gold That ain't treasure that's trash And I, I know it look nice, I know it look nice But that's a rip off, for that price? That ain't treasure that's trash Cause it ain't never gon' last [Verse 1: Sho Baraka] You spend your time tryna get your claws on That stuff when we get to heaven we gon' walk on A problem baby our heart is never satisfied Clothed to righteousness and still have a naked eye I struggle my heart always wants more The only Christ they see on me is Christian Dior I was a slave to fashion, see my chains Ralph Lauren and Ed Hardy were my masters' names Washed by the Father stay clean I can still be tight without the skinny jeans I got eternal swag that's the new fashion I see clearly now through my Sungla**es I know some sisters who stay shining You can ask pearl or ask diamond The real treasure I'm filled with I know it's deep I hope you can dig this [Hook] [Verse 2: Swoope] You say it's Louis on my two feet It's ooh ee when I'm through the streets The cuties say "cute sneaks" and them shoes sweet when the dudes speak Nothing under a hundred stutting on 'em mean nothing I'm frontin' but oh they love it I'm ahead of my cla** and pa**ing Got a pa**ion for flashing satisfactions and fashion Yeah homie I'm a tag popper Makin' you sick call a swag doctor These threads is concealing my flaws For I am fulfilled by applause I guess pride is my idol now What I'mma do when these items go out of style? This ain't treasure it's trash I know this pleasure won't last I need that real [Hook] [Verse 3: Andy Mineo] I can't front I like nice kicks and new clothes I like givin' old school records new flows I like money that I make when I do shows But when I abuse those they fool's gold Now now let me tell you what I mean I could make something good a God thing Turn all my wants into needs Holdin' on to perishing means as supreme It seems, people want pleasure for a season Instead of seeking the God who's eternally pleasing For some reason I thought that I wouldn't be lonely If I had women all on me I couldn't buy joy with the paper My good deeds never bought God's favor Find my currency faulty I'm so glad that the Christ came and bought me Livin' that [Hook]