POT OF GOLD

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

 

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

 

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

 

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

 

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

 

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

 

You egotistical bastard, cannot stop the gold coming out of this jackpot

 

Turn yours to opposite bracket and gets another apostrophe added

 

It's full of gold medals,

 

As she goes through the levels

 

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

 

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

 

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

 

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

 

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

 

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't