Fools Gold

You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You gotta get shit done
So what the fuck do you know
You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You gotta get shit done
So what the fuck do you know

Gotta make it happen
Eat well
I'm supersized
I made this a habit
Can't box me in
Cause I'm living in my own island
No one can touch me
Try it all you want
I'll jump to higher places
And I ain't afraid to fall
There ain't no competition
We be balling like curry
Yet there ain't no stopping for the intermission
We ain't finished we just getting started with no pot to piss in
Key in the ignition
But the flames is what keeps me going farther and farther we will never park it
Ten toes down like flint stone
This car is never stalling
Man what you slacking for
Get your hands out yo pockets
Switch the paste that you going
Smooth flow like a mullet
Beat you in like some new shoes
Yes lawd
We cooking up the tunes and you the sous
I'm acting like we on the news
And I'll be headlining just like ya doo
Waving goodbye I ain't seeing you soon
Yo

You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of Raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You gotta get shit done
So what the fuck do you know
You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of Raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You gotta get shit done
So what the fuck do you know

You know you know you know
I told you so you so you so
Man this is a takeover
I will never fold em like holdem
I ain't rich but I'm red like October

Before I go
I gotta make a statement
I learn from Martha Stewart
We going back to business
We going back to basics
It's where we started
Put it in drive we never parking
This a message to the ones causing carnage

You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of Raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You gotta get shit done
So what the fuck do you know
You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of Raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You gotta get shit done
So what the fuck do you know