Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
C7EW
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
MIYACHI
Komponist:in
Wiz Gamb
Komponist:in
Zion Shadé
Komponist:in
KRIS KARGO
Komponist:in
Wayne Range Hancock ll
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KRIS KARGO
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Hey, uh I want my pot of gold
They tryna tuck me under fold
I'm shinin' no designer clothes
I'm grinding u ain't tryin' to grow
I'm sick of playing minor chords the system tryin' to mini me
I lost my homie yo we vow to give 'em misery
I started off with no road
Philly dolo rusty dojo
Fitted cap khaki polo
Many people want a brief high, that's the coco
I'm tryin' to cop the crib and keep mine ain't mad at slomo yea
Kris we in the lab he got the soul touch
I'm with the crew we tryin' to carry out the gold cup
If it ain't a win I'm gonna make a whole fuss
Never going back to holding packs and ducking those cuffs
I went and chose the work I see u chose luck
Tokyo hoes will catch the boy u see they froze up
I'm tunnel tho pain will keep u numb and humble tho
Blow the smoke and give 'em some of what I'm coming for
When you're looking for your pot of gold
The path you chose to travel might get cold
But who knows knows knows if you'll get your pot of gold
I was 16 I had dreams not the Martin Luther King kind
More like scar face thinking that the world was mine
So many hours spent slinging I was wasting time
But the way them feens came who could blame the god
Conscious eating me alive but I had to survive
Wanted that big body 5 with pretty eyes
Skies the limit I was thinking till my brother died
Tears in my eyes thinking murder while my soul fried
About to throw it all away wouldn't be who I am today I had soul ties
So I kept it pushing continued on mission
Didn't want to listen until I saw the vision yeah
Fearless and bold traveled on the lonely road
Prayed to god didn't have to sell my soul for a pot of gold
Fearless and bold traveled on the lonely road
Prayed to god didn't have to sell my soul for a pot of gold
When you're looking for your pot of gold
The path you chose to travel might get cold
But who knows knows knows if you'll get your pot of gold
Ah one two got a few dudes out to get it
Hustle now in Philly I was raised in Virginia
Spent some time in the Caroline's
Findin myself some folks had told me I was dope,
I been remindin myself
Rememberin the way back when rewinding myself
Made some mistakes I wasn't kind to myself
These rhymes are therapeutic me the counselor and patient
I type my thoughts into my phone
Or jot em on the paper come back to em later
Puff a pen pal I'm feelin faded
Meditative
The conversation of kings
The contemplation of things
This is fam, crew 7 Wiz Gamb we premium
And no fucks given with love
That's how we treatin em
7 is the number of completion and perfection
Shawty peep in the direction then secrete on the erection
Then gets to steppin like Martin Payne be tellin folk
Ya gotsa go, I'm back up n my mode trackin my pot o gold fosho
When you're looking for your pot of gold
The path you chose to travel might get cold
But who knows knows knows if you'll get your pot of gold
Written by: KRIS KARGO, Leon Miyachi Pearl, Wayne Range Hancock ll, Wiz Gamb, Zion Shadé
