[Chorus]
So get yourself fixed up,
I'll take you out round town,
I swear you'll never witness anything quite as fine,
Thank God the gold is mine,
Thank God the gold is mine,
Thank God the gold is mine,
Not bronze nor silver I'm forever winning
Not the given, but my own definition
[Verse 1]
Take a seat any city I know the spots to eat
the rougher side of town I'm round unless it's proper bleak
Made it to Paris without the use of a private jet check in an Ibis yet check me out, I'm the flyest yet
They exhibitionist & we're both in the exhibition Them to be seen, & for me to see the collection, listen
Most of my people, they're missing out on the point of living
To be rich or enriched is our own decision
prone to the latter I am but most of my people isn't
they focus different, they tend to see me as broken vision
Man I'm trying to be a leader, if I'm shinning Well, that's the blind leading blind then
Women want me cause they think that I'll complete them
I just compliment them better than some nigga that's beneath
I ain't talking about remarks about their hair or what they wear
I'm just a puzzle piece when mother's start to ask when I'ma meet him
yeah, I know my role so we rolling
we're in a part of I know she probably don't be going
Price is rather cheaper, the decor is rather meager
But it's nice, it's all about the spice that the throw in
like life, off I'm ain't showing
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm so last minute dot com
I'll have you sitting next to palms where the weather's rather warm
that's the type of shit that I be on
spontaneity with charm & it ain't costing me an arm
Legs up & I'm looking at the Adriatic
Hustle off down time young I got to have it
but not for long, yes I'm a workaholic
drunk off the feeling of getting it cracking thinking of something, put it to action & seeing it happen
laying a snare, layered with clapping
to seeing them clapping
conversations finding their way in the shit that I'm rapping
See all about exchange, it ain't all about the fame
I'm living upper middle class & people hardly know my name
cause the dollars that I gain ain't at the cost of rotting brains
I'm from a time that's been forgotten where the scholars entertained
Music with a message, message with the music records for living reckless & records for wreck improvement
Practicing what I'm preaching, the good and bad in me meeting
To much of one or the other mean your perception is skewing
fix up & care less of others doings
ambition ain't bout results, what you perusing
[Chorus]
