Fools Gold (feat. Sho Baraka and Swoope)

You need something real (yeah)
 Baby that ain't never gonna last
 That's just fools gold (yeah)
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 And I, I know it look nice, i know it look nice
 But that's a rip off for that price
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 'Cause it ain't never gonna last
 You spend your time tryin get your clothes on
 Thats stuff when we get to Heaven we gon' walk on
 Our problem baby: our heart is never satisfied
 clothed with righteousness and still have a naked eye
 I struggle, (well) my heart always wants more
 The only Christ they see on me is Christian Dior
 I was a slave to fashion; see my chains
 Ralph Lauren and Ed Hardy, where my master's name?
 Washed by the Father; stay clean
 I can still be tight without the skinny jeans (yeah)
 I got eternal swag (swag); that's the new fashion
 I see clearly now, through my Son-glasses
 I know some sisters who stay shining
 You can ask Pearl, or ask Diamond
 The real treasure, I'm filled with
 I know it's deep, I hope that you can dig this
 You need something real (yeah)
 Baby that ain't never gonna last
 That's just fools gold (yeah)
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 And I, I know it look nice, i know it look nice
 But that's a rip off for that price
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 'Cause it ain't never gonna last
 Said, it's Louis's on my two feet
 It's ooh wee when I'm through the streets
 Cuties say 'cute sneaks!'
 And 'them shoes sweet' when the dudes speak
 Nothin' under a hundred
 Stuntin on them ain't nothin, I'm frontin but oh they love it
 I'm ahead of my class and passin
 Got a passion for flashin, satisfaction's in fashion
 Yeah homie I'm a tag popper
 Makin you sick, call a swag doctor
 These threads is concealin' my flaws, but I am fulfilled by applause
 I guess pride is my idol now
 What I'mma do when these items go outta style?
 This ain't treasure it's trash, I know this pleasure won't last
 I need that real
 You need something real (yeah)
 Baby that ain't never gonna last
 That's just fools gold (yeah)
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 And I, I know it look nice, i know it look nice
 But that's a rip off for that price
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 'Cause it ain't never gonna last
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 I know it looks nice but that won't last
 Yeah yeah
 Uh, I can't front, I like nice kicks and new clothes
 I like givin' old school records new flows
 I like money that I make when I do shows
 But when I abuse those, they fools gold
 Now, so let me tell you what I mean
 I could make something good, a God thing (whoo)
 Turn all my wants into needs
 Holdin' on to perishing means as supreme
 It seems, people want pleasure for a season
 Instead of seeking the God who's eternally pleasing
 For some reason I thought that I wouldn't be lonely
 If I had women all on me
 I couldn't buy joy with the paper
 My good deeds never bought God's favor
 Find my currency faulty
 So glad that the Christ came and bought me
 Livin' that
 You need something real (yeah)
 Baby that ain't never gonna last
 That's just fools gold (yeah)
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 And I, I know it look nice, i know it look nice
 But that's a rip off for that price
 That ain't treasure that's trash
 'Cause it ain't never gonna last
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 I know it looks nice but that won't last
 Yeah yeah