Gold (feat. Aye D1)

I'm at peace, that's the prize for living noble

We can't geek about their lives, uncontrollable

02176, that's the postal

Yeah I know you're tryna help, I'm inconsolable

Sometimes not emotional, I rap it through the syllables

But I can't have a syllabus, and that is nonnegotiable

Y'all are too opposable, I try to slay approachable

I'm never starting beef, not a chimney I ain't smokable

It look like christmas

What you say when you see me

'Cause I'm stepped in with the red green 550s

Hoop James, Avthakidd, yeah you know they roll with me

You got money for a track

Um, then you can hit me

Double Ls, Triton bells

We excel, you feel me

What the hell, may as well

Cause the music will heal me

Keep an eye on your girl, cause she might be long gone

App on my phone, so I know she has my song on

Everything I touch, it turns to gold

Selling out shows but I ain't sold

Run the game so long, I wore my soles (oh, baby, ooh)

I step up to the crowd they lose control

Singing all the words 'cause I got pull

Everything I touch, it turns to gold (Everything that I touch, whoa)

Everything we touch turns to gold

Adapt over anything, how I burn cold

I might just let it sing to you as an ode

I might get menacing about the lies you told

Keep it interesting I'm invested in my soul

I could never wrestle tryna fit into a mold

I'ma still bless you, but you really gotta know

That the name that I built for myself, I did it all alone

By my own self

Getting by so I might get high and condone on my own wealth

Stepped into the scene

550s are clean

There ain't no in between, we make the floor melt

Get it by any means, so it is how it seems

Like the fabric on jeans, but I got no belt

I ain't worried 'bout Gs, or a trick up my sleeve

I'm just living at peace, and in an unknown realm (where am I)

Everything I touch, it turns to gold

Selling out shows but I ain't sold

Run the game so long, I wore my soles

You've been sleeping on me, baby

I step up to the crowd they lose control

Singing all the words 'cause I got pull

Everything I touch, it turns to gold

You've been creeping on me daily

Everything I touch, it turns to gold

Selling out shows but I ain't sold

Run the game so long, I wore my soles (wore my soles, baby)

I step up to the crowd they lose control

Singing all the words 'cause I got pull

Everything I touch, it turns to gold (Everything that I touch, baby, yeah)