[Verse 1]
Everyone got a price, tell me what’s yours
Is it women? Is it gold or suicide doors?
I got a bottle full of Henny or a couple Coors
Been heavy with the music, changing up the chords
And I’m living like a king, praying to the Lord
All these blessings that I got, I cannot afford
But I get ‘em any way, so I light a torch
And give it back to the city, we ain’t going poor

[Pre-Hook]
Tell my bros when I’m gone, keep the music
Got flows in the work, them boys up to something
I waited three whole years, this won’t all for nothing
But once I get it on the air, know we never fronting

[Hook]
Everything ain’t gold when you going platinum
Everything ain’t gold, not for every rapper
Everything ain’t gold when your song ain’t banging
Everything ain’t gold when you out there slanging
Real recognize real, what the homies say
Don’t go switching sides when you was throwing shade
You ain’t gotta lie, b, why you hide the hate?
Everything ain’t gold, you better know place
(Everything ain’t gold, you better know place
Everything ain’t gold, you better know place)

[Verse 2]
Everyone got a price, tell me what’s yours
Blood diamonds, gold chains, all designer stores
Went to ball at the mall, bought her Ralph Lauren
Seen my demons in the lust, running a horde
And I’m living like a king, praying to the Lord
All the time that I got, I need a little more
Before this comes to an end, take another course
I’m rich, Bob Marley, we ain’t going poor

[Pre-Hook]
Tell my bros when I’m gone, keep the music
Got flows in the work, them boys up to something
I waited three whole years, this won’t all for nothing
But once I get it on the air, know we never fronting
[Hook]
Everything ain’t gold when you going platinum
Everything ain’t gold, not for every rapper
Everything ain’t gold when your song ain’t banging
Everything ain’t gold when you out there slanging
Real recognize real, what the homies say
Don’t go switching sides when you was throwing shade
You ain’t gotta lie, b, why you hide the hate?
Everything ain’t gold, you better know place

[Outro]
In this city of mine, people know your face
If they won’t run a mile, they ain’t gonna chase
People wanna get drunk, lose ‘em in the haze
Everything ain’t gold, this is just a phase