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Everybody wants gold, (yeah)
Everybody wants fame, Everybody wanna glow, (yeah)
Everybody wants plays, Everybody wants shows, (yeah)
And everybody gets hate, Everybody gets hoes, (man)
Most days I don't, Most days I don't (oh)
Let me take you back to the junk,
Let me take it back fore' I ever had a show,
Fore' they all talking shit while I'm rapping at lunch,
Man you heard two songs,
Man you gotta move on comin' on my shit fanbase rolling too strong,
People fall in love with me fore' they hear two songs (yeah yeah,)
Real kid put myself on best believe (yeah,)
Let me take it all back fore' I ever had a fan,
Fore' I ever had a plan or a look of a man or the
thought that I can, God damn like god damn god damn,
So what it is lil homie, Yeah what it is lil g,
Hood around the block,
Everybody wanna talk, Everybody wanna boss cuz they wanna know me,
Got me like woah, Man you really wanna hear?
Yeah everybody wants this,
Everybody see ya movin' and they want the same
shit but they never up late steady grindin' in a crib,
Man I talk to the, man I talk to the fans, I don't type to the man,
I go out to shake hands,
First show that I did I knew every
damn face in the crowd by they hand and
Everybody wants gold, (yeah)
Everybody wants fame, Everybody wanna glow, (yeah)
Everybody wants plays, Everybody wants shows, (yeah)
And everybody gets hate, Everybody gets hoes, (man)
Everybody wants, yeah
Everybody wants gold,
Everybody wants fame, Everybody wanna glow, (yeah)
And everybody wants plays, Everybody wants shows, (yeah)
And everybody gets hate, Everybody gets hoes, (man)
What's a crown to a, yo look,
What's a crown to a king,
What's a flight to a wing,
What's a kid to a swing
Yeah, I been working all spring,
But I ain't sleeping all summer.
I been working undercover, Real shit undercover
Talkin' bout' the MacBook overheatin' in the bed,
So a quarter in the mornin' I go to plug it in and that
shit's still dead god damn god damn, Man that shit's real,
I remember rapping at the cap, Shit I skipped meals
Selling out our show and everybody in the place still,
Even though we closed everybody wanna rave still,
So that's what we boy, See I grow a lil' different,
Yeah, I'll be workin' in the kitchen, I'll be cutting, fishing,
go and head into the back go and talk to
the fans, I don't see these for a living,
Still waiting tables, And I got a real job,
Just graduated, Same time dropped two songs,
I can look rappers in the face and know they do wrong,
You don't really grind, All you do is write the same songs, (yeah)
And I don't fuck with basic,
You don't really grind, Though your time's really wasted,
Feeding off mine, Get in line, Find a place kid,
Yeah, You wanna shine, You ain't' ready for the taste, yeah
Everybody wants gold, (yeah)
Everybody wants fame, Everybody wanna glow, (yeah)
Everybody wants plays, Everybody wants shows, (yeah)
And everybody gets hate, Everybody gets hoes, (man)
Everybody wants, yeah
Everybody wants gold,
Everybody wants fame, Everybody wanna glow, (yeah)
And everybody wants plays, Everybody wants shows, (yeah)
And everybody gets hate, Everybody gets hoes, (man)
What's a crown to a, man, look.