Gold - Neak, Peter Jericho

My identity’s tailored just how I’m clothed

Don’t know how to feel when I ain’t fresh

Dapper Dan we channeling call it goals

Insecurities manifest in the flesh

Hella furs baguettes

Momma was full of debts

She looked fly partying posing blasting cassettes

I felt how you feel about self was in the linen

Thinking back now my spirit was dead… Lennon

Materialism God these items can’t take it with us

Key to life is what we tryna cover up in us

Validation is poison let’s call it Eve

Fruit is Eric Gardner no Gold we can’t breathe

We think of wealth we think of bands rubber

Round the money perspective is seen no Wonder

Can’t knock it that feeling like when we pose

Fresh to death it’s the motto my people chose…

A wise woman once told me what good is it to gain the world but (Lose your soul)

I mean you better find more value within shorty (I feel rich with what I can

control)

O my brother your worth is yours (Gold)

O my sister your goal, your goal should be (Gold)

Respect my goal

Uh, can’t function without that fly ish

Diamonds keep us caught up in all bliss

Jewelry dripping like Slick Rick The Ruler it’s how it fit in your heart’s mind

I diss

The notion that cash rules, something I had to see

It’s what you own that’s completed legacy

Sporting the latest Jordan’s is false self-esteems drivers

Yet I swipe my credit card for em being honest

Every purchase is a step away from being modest

You can’t tell me nothing like that dropout from college I be

The most n*****ish gold grills is infinite

Posture of a king but say I’m in need of christenings

Baptized in the fire when no n**** was listening divided my soul like

partitioning

At the root I just wanted love Godly

Never see it unless we Louis Vuitton buying

I’m eyeing examples of what’s defining the spirit that we implying that spend a

trillion defiant

Trauma from the slave ships & slave quarters

An asset can buy an asset this pain potent

Self-righteous for the enlightened

Judgmental the climate we all lost in the iris uh

Nonetheless we still fresh to death that’s how it’s goes the motto my people

chose

My pops once told me you’re in an industry where you can gain wealth but (lose

your soul)

I mean you better dig way deeper within kid, (I feel rich with what I can

control)

O my brother your worth is yours, (Gold)

O my sister your goal, your goal should be, (Go-oh-old)

Respect my goal

Growing up as an African boy, I did not always have the opportunity to indulge

in the things of the Western world, but everybody’s gold is different

Its a case of relevance

And from my vantage point

My value is my gold

My worth is my gold

What I represent is my gold

What’s yours?

Gold