Versace Gold

I want the flashy rings I want the finer things

I want the golden chain maybe with my name

But those thing, homie they won't free my soul

I just wanna do right, cause you reap what you sew

Coulda lost my life, and you ain't even know

I ain't even spoke

I just start to grind harder

Think big think smarter

Be a man be a Martin

Be a dreamer be a scholar

I ain't even go to college

I just learned through life and it's slopes

Tryna get as high as it goes

Been stuck in this basement sitting thinking bout the cream

XXL magazines it was all a dream

Shouts out to Biggie

90's baby here homie you ain't fucking with me

Had to go and find a Whitney

Cause I'm doper than a brick-y

I been riding round my city

Now They started fucking with me

Cause they see I'm kinda witty

And the flow something like Ricky

And that's slick

So why don't you get get on yo grip and don't slip

Don't get these flashy things confused for real shit

Fam, friends, and love now that's real shit

And that's true

 

I don't want Versace I don't want no gold

I just wanna find the key to free my soul

When it's time to go you can't take it with ya

When it's time to go you can't take it with ya

 

Sitting on this on this patio swinging life away

Yeah they making mills, but they ain't singing life today

They holding the truth and then they sold it to you

But I ain't blame ya homie, what was you 'sposed to do

Cause they got big wheels and they got gold chains

But the money don't make the man that's what they say

That's what they say

But who the fuck is they

Cause I'm tryna get paid

Keep the fam along the way

Cause the fam made me who I am right here today

I'ma get some Benjamins we gon' split some Franks

I hope the money talks cause we ain't speaking alot

And it hurts me so and it hurts me so

Where's the lock and key tryna free my soul

Tryna free my soul.