Gold (Prod.Tory Lanez x Noah Breakfast x Play Picasso)

I remember I was 9 when my brother used to rhyme

Used to see him spit, switch flows, and hold nines

Seen the same bro catch case and hold time

All that made me wanna do is continue his prime

As a youngin' all I wanted was to be that n*gga

All they did was look at you and be like, "He that n*gga"

Older brother, older son of mother

One I would look up to in the source

Hopin' that one day you'd be the one that I turn into

I figured it was just a figment of imagination

The magic made this moment happen

Look at me growin'

Just that after all these years, they had you waitin'

In that cell while n*ggas givin' you hell, I knew you was still basic

And when them cells close and spite cover your eyes

I just pray God let light cover your skies

Hope your inner stressin' don't mess with you inside

Keep holdin' your head high with some blessings in the sky, my n*gga

Things don't always go, always go your way

I know, everything that shine ain't gold

And we might think we're close

But even we can be far away

I know, everything that shine ain't gold

Everything that shine ain't gold

It ain't gold, it ain't gold

Everything that shine ain't gold

Things don't always go, always go your way

I know, everything that shine ain't gold

And we might think we're close

But even we can be far away

I know, everything that shine ain't gold

Everything that shine ain't gold

It ain't gold, it ain't gold

Everything that shine ain't gold