| I remember I was 9 when my brother used to rhyme |
| Used to see him spit, switch flows, and hold nines |
| Seen the same bro catch case and hold time |
| All that made me wanna do is continue his prime |
| As a youngin' all I wanted was to be that nigga |
| All they did was look at you and be like, «He that nigga» |
| Older brother, older son of mother |
| One I would look up to in the source |
| Hopin' that one day you’d be the one that I turn into |
| I figured it was just a figment of imagination |
| The magic made this moment happen |
| Look at me growin' |
| Just that after all these years, they had you waitin' |
| In that cell while niggas givin' you hell, I knew you was still basic |
| And when them cells close and spite cover your eyes |
| I just pray God let light cover your skies |
| Hope your inner stressin' don’t mess with you inside |
| Keep holdin' your head high with some blessings in the sky, my nigga |
| Things don’t always go, always go your way |
| I know, everything that shine ain’t gold |
| And we might think we’re close |
| But even we can be far away |
| I know, everything that shine ain’t gold |
| Everything that shine ain’t gold |
| It ain’t gold, it ain’t gold |
| Everything that shine ain’t gold |
| Things don’t always go, always go your way |
| I know, everything that shine ain’t gold |
| And we might think we’re close |
| But even we can be far away |
| I know, everything that shine ain’t gold |
| Everything that shine ain’t gold |
| It ain’t gold, it ain’t gold |
| Everything that shine ain’t gold |