Gold - Matt Corman

Everybody wants gold

Everybody wants fame everybody wanna glow

Everybody wants plays everybody wants shows

Everybody gets hate everybody gets hoes

Most days I don’t

Most days I don’t

Let me take it back to the jump

Let me take it back for I ever had a show

For they all talking shit while I’m rapping at lunch

Man, you heard two songs man you gotta move on

Comment on my shit fanbase rolling to strong

People fall in love with me before the hear two song’s

Yeah, real kid put myself on best believe

Take it all back for I ever had a fan

For I ever had a plan or the look of a man or the thought that I can

God damn like, god damn god damn

So what it is lil homie, what it is lil G

Heard around the block everybody wanna talk

Errybody wanna box cause they wanna know me

Got me like whoa, you really wanna hit?

Yeah everybody wants this?

Everybody see you moving and they want the same shit

But their never up late steady grinding in the crib

Man I talk to, man I talk to the fans

I don’t type to the man I go out and shake hands

First show that I did I knew every damn face in the crowd by the end

Everybody wants gold

Everybody wants fame everybody wanna glow

Everybody wants plays everybody wants shows

Everybody gets hate everybody gets hoes

Everybody wants

Everybody wants gold

Everybody wants fame everybody wanna glow

Everybody wants plays everybody wants shows

Everybody gets hate everybody gets hoes

What’s a crown to a

What’s a crown to a king, what’s a flight to a wing

What;s a kid to a swing, I’ve been working all spring

But I ain’t sleeping all summer

I’ll be working undercover, real shit undercover

Talking bout the MacBook overheating in the bed

So recording in the morning and I go to plug it in and the shits still dead god

damn god damn

Man that shits real

I remember rapping at the caf shit I skipped meals

Selling out a show and everybody in the place still

Even though we closed everybody wanna rage still

So that’s what we do boy

See I grow a little a different, yeah, I’ll be working in a kitchen

I’ll be cuttin fishing and go and heading to the back go and talk to the fans

selling CD’s 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 song

I don’t fuck with basic

You don’t really grind all your time’s really wasted

Feeding off mine get a line find a place kid

Yeah you wanna shine but you ain’t ready for the taste yet

Everybody wants gold

Everybody wants fame everybody wanna glow

Everybody wants plays everybody wants shows

Everybody gets hate everybody gets hoes

Everybody wants

Everybody wants gold

Everybody wants fame everybody wanna glow

Everybody wants plays everybody wants shows

Everybody gets hate everybody gets hoes