Gold

No justice, no peace, all I know are these streets
And I walk around the block with wet shoes on my feet
And I'm stuck with friends who choose to stay discrete
And I love to scream "Fuck the police"
I got stains on my fashion, lights, camera, action
Now I like to lay back while them subwoofers blasting
Now I'm painting pictures on the side floors
And I know my life is torn but I keep searching for more
I wish my life was reborn
And I always knew that it was meant for purpose
I can't figure out if all this bullshit made it worth it
I deserve to pay a penny for my thoughts
I know that don't make sense
But right now let your brain connect the dots and ease the stress
Everyday I be rocking mics on piss-stained bricks
Real hip-hop don't exist unless there's people like this
By people like this I mean people like me
Who do whatever it takes in the pursuit of their dreams

I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
And I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold

No fucks given, that's my number one passion
Spray cans in my backpack for some late night action
Got my crew, we roll deep, I hear my name whispered on these streets
"Who's that crazy rapper with them dope fucking beats?"
I rock and sold out shows from Texas to Berlin
I try to stay grounded but my brain is in a whirlwind
I be that crazy guy that's rolling spliffs and staying high
Writing all my rhymes outside up in this countryside
I'm getting by, my life's considered magic
You can bag it, you can have it, talking shit and I am laughing
I'm tagging with the fellows, I'm jamming instrumentals
I'm rocking microphones, big stages in my sandals
I'm building crews that are bigger than this universe
Tunes are my passion, couldn't ask for a better curse
Fools keep harassing 'cause my rhymes have emerged
My life is absurd, I stack euros through words

I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
And I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold

And I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
And I was tired of having nothing
I never really thought my life would be like this
I made this world my bitch through these lyrics that I spit
I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
I'm working really hard and now this is what I'm owed
I'm following the greats and the stories that they told
My head is filled with wisdom and my strength is getting bold
You can find me on the battlefield, I chill amongst the leaders
Making six figures from the sounds right in your speakers now

And I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
And I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold
And I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
And I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold

I was blue collar living
I was blue, blue, blue collar living
I was tired of having nothing
Tired of having nothing
Tired of having nothing
So I turned it into gold
And I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold