Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Keyboards
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Bass
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Keyboards
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Bass Guitar
Nikki Greer
Nikki Greer
Background Vocals
Jason Morales
Jason Morales
Background Vocals
Angie Fisher
Angie Fisher
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Composer
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Songwriter
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Justin Lewis Scott
Justin Lewis Scott
Songwriter
Paul Intson
Paul Intson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer

Tekst Utworu

All I ever wanted was a gold chain with a gold ring Twinkle, twinkle, 'cause they gold, man Candy paint with the gold flakes "Stay gold," said Granny as she smiled with her gold teeth I got a goal to be golden like King Tut Often those pictures of that gold They would flicker, make it hard to call me nigga 'Cause the chains can change they chained us up with This rope ain't the rope they hanged us up with 24k goldface with the rollie Invisible set with the grill, that's how gold taste Jordan 7s golden moment with the gold lace Gold time, gold mines with the gold gates If I die bury mine in a gold case Slow down, never mind it's a gold chase Goin' for the gusto in a gold place May God forgive my sins for a gold space Bury me in gold, bury me in gold Just in case the old man doesn't know me and claims that I owe Bury me in gold, bury me in gold Just in case I'm forsaken and I have to pay for my soul I had a patna' that went gold on the track and field But, the gold never shined in our atmosphere Gold bottles I ain't talking about the champagne Malt liquor sipping gold helped us maintain Hood niggas watching Goldie like that's us Bagging up the gold dust with the laws rushed Snitchin' on them golden boys with the gold trust Represented by the lawyers with gold cuffs They order sweet potato with the gold crust At the same restaurant with the gold judge That hate the confidence and sign that the gold gives So we take away your freedom and your golden years The only time you see your mother's golden tears LIke what good is gold if you never here What good is gold that you never wear I hope it pays your way Bury me in gold, bury me in gold Just in case the old man doesn't know me and claims that I owe Bury me in gold, bury me in gold Just in case I'm forsaken and I have to pay for my soul And this song isn't meant to be a glorification of gold But the understanding that even if I could take all of this with me, that I'd give it away to get to heaven I'd give it away to see my Grandmother again I'd give it away to be at paradise and be at peace with myself Big houses, nice cars, all that stuff cool But its materialistic things that we strive so hard for as human beings And its not fulfilling It doesn't take away the pain, it doesn't take away the loss You have to search higher You have to go higher for that The Higher power, that higher energy And that's what I'm striving for So in the event that I go and you have to bury me You can bury me with all these things And as soon as I see my Maker, I would give it all back I'd give it all away Because it wasn't nowhere near as important As being in heaven and being at peace Believe that doe Believe that doe Bury me in gold Haha That's the rapper in me, just wanting to do the hook one more time Bury me in gold Bury me in gold Peace to everybody, man, stay blessed God bless, we love y'all
Writer(s): Malik Abdul Rahmann, Samuel Barsh, Roget Chahayed, Daniel Seeff, Justin Scott, Pranam Injeti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out