Shine All Gold

Produced by: Nick Leon

<Intro: Issa Gold>

Talking 'bout, uh, uh, what they talking 'bout? Uh

What they talking 'bout? Uh, uh, what they talking 'bout? Uh

What they talking 'bout? Uh, uh, what they talking 'bout? Uh

What they talking 'bout? Uh, uh, what they talking 'bout? Uh

<Verse 1: AK>

"You're stupid to think the world's small enough to heal all of us."

That's what the teacher say, "Go to the preacher, pray."

But you gotta pay, gotta fight you a cheaper way

Look into myself, try to find me a deeper way

Chase my dreams, create, made me me today

As I prosper, know the feds, they watch us

So I stunt, obnoxious when I'm in they binoculars

A ***** just wanna be free, I was in the same hood and nobody rescued me, my *****

Cut the pleading, believe and self-achieve, nothing with greed, just be yourself, uh

Realize that your strength is locked inside

It's the thing that you feel when you open your eyes

That feeling's alive, go ahead, homie, and fly

Someday you'll get high, leaving your mark in the sky

But 'til then, I got this, **** your hypothesis

New York blocks is where I built my conscience up

Brought my ganja, tryna live life prosperous

Since a toddler, had a dream and I followed it

Be dodgin' them hollow tips

Throw some shots, they missed

Had to stay optimist'

Neighborhood pharmacist kept me on Cloud 9 when the hard times would hit

All time high, first time I hit Fronto, kid

By eighteen, had the mind of a king

Gotta learn from mistakes, what it takes to lead

But of course had a taste of the evil seed

So I could truly see what I was meant to be

Who would know much later, I would be much greater?

Every parent-teacher conference told my mom I'm a failure

'Cause they couldn't see the prophet in disguise as a player

Rise on them haters, I defied all the labels

Swear to keep it G 'til I'm at the crossroads, and the Grim Reaper creep, tryna banish my soul

Used to sin every week, had to let the pain go

Gotta practice what you preach, but I ain't an angel

Mobbed in the streets, what the blue rag know?

Know no power and the peace, but I took the gang road

But despite all the demons tryna bring me down low

I just rise like a phoenix and I shine all gold (shine all gold)

<Verse 2: Issa Gold>

Flatbush was my stomping ground

Mother wanted to keep me out

Tried to put me on a different route

Sent me to schools to smarter crowds

Problem is when my school was done

Would come home to my neighborhood

Learned the ways of the hood I'm from

But in my books, I was a gifted one

My conduct, it was ****** up

I was the class clown since I started up

Getting good grades, but that's not enough

Had a 99, but my behavior sucked

High school, a ***** found drugs

Prescription pills, not the good stuff

Xanax when I'm waking up, Percocet just to keep me up

Nose candy was a favorite, 8-ball for only two of us

Popping 'X' was another one until we found out the s**t was cut

Ain't it funny, when you think about it?

My mother thought that these schools were bound to

Keep a ***** on the straight and narrow

Instead, they filled me up with problems

But in the same breath, I wouldn't change s**t

Because the pain is what made me become great

Everything that I go through—because faith

It was hard but it caused me to change s**t

Addiction lead to depression

And in depression, you're taught some lessons

If you listen, then keep on pushing

Then the solution cause evolution

Obstacles come inside of your path

And make you switch up and step on the gas

If you look back inside of your path

You find direction, it's like your own map

<Outro: Issa Gold>

It's like your own map, uh, it's like your own map, uh

It's like your own map, uh, it's like your own map

<Instrumental>