paroles de chanson Pot of Gold - Leo Mercer feat. Dymnd Jxhnny & Natural Keyz

(Inaudible) baby
Mercer baby
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good, yeah, yeah

Said my life be a pot of gold
Said my life be a pot of gold
Said my life be a pot of gold
Uh, uh, uh, I'm on my way up
Said my life be a pot of gold
Said my life be a pot of gold
Said my life be a pot of gold

I seen a lot of homies get they shit cut short
By somebody that they didn't think that was cut throat
We all wanna get along to cupid shuffle
Until you realize that nobody loves you
Not even yourself, running w demons
Just to be scheming, 20 20 20 tis is the season
Trying to get even, fuck is you breathing?
It's you or me it ain't no such thing as cheating
Trying to be loyal
You know that's a luxury they often spoil
Pop a niggah like he water and oil
In the ice city bruh that be my soil, huh
You never have the answers if you never take the chances
Always catch me gigging you can never catch me dancing boy, boy
I said my life it be an open book
A gift and curse with a price that I always overlook
I be trying to act nice like I know it's good
I ain't no gangster but if you know me than you know
I got a PG&E 48 hour notice
Trying to move mountains and fountains in Oakland
Trying to refill up this potent I'm smoking
Fuck a free meal I work like my foods frozen
But my

But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
Uh, uh, uh, I'm on my way up
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold

We on the way up so it's time to go
I'm whipping that wrist with the pot of gold
Whipping them dreams like adios
And that booty in the kitchen like a private show
I can't start off with a bad day
Might catch a fade in a bad way
I see a lot of ratchets trying to migrate
Like this way dont pay don't panic
Its okay
Its gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
MER CER that's who we are and we finna hit the club tonight
Im looking at you like I'm in the mirror
Like ish, bish I look nice
I ain't even being cocky or nothing
But bish, bish you looked twice
Now what do you mean
Im peeping the scene
You got the ass and your friend got the cream
All of the asses I get in-between
And make you believe I'm really a king
Ask Ms. Celine, he drool on my bling
If you not bad don't be kissing my ring
Mad at these baddies, these baddies will sing
Sing in the morning right after that dream
All these ratchets little ratchets in a rat race
Trying to earn first place for the back breaks
And these artist move slow at a cat pace
My dro hablo, got a cool taste
My niggahs go down for a cool case
She wanna tie me down like a shoe lace
But I gotta get paper while a hater make that face
I gotta make paper while a hater make that face

But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
Uh, uh, uh, I'm on my way up
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold

Well I'm Mercer'd down to my boxers
That's a real niggah I don't speak with fakes
Cause that's animals in my projects
Looking like monkeys, orangutans
They got banana clips in they yappa
I hold heat, let bangers bang
And let the keta speak and let it keep the peace
I got that Lil' B
Bdddrangadang
Cool ass Niggah with a brand new venue
Sold that bitch out should have made that hoe bigger
Killing charis make these cupcakes remember
That my objective is to serve your agenda
Cool ass Niggah but I aint no winter
Natural born winner, bruh I ain't no sinner
Talking all that head baby when I really don't feel him
Real shooters round here and paint trying to "ooh kill em"
Bring your bitch around me blow her back out niggah
Got the strip club popping cause my tracks out Niggah
Out in the bay but I'm sac bound Niggah
Niggah want the resume but where the background Niggah
Im gone in the back of the backhouse
No trap house just the squad getting tapped out
Trap sac flow, put a sac and put it back down
Put it in a wood sit back and relax now Niggah
Yup
Im on my, im on my, im on my way
To the money and the crown on the throne
And I ain't get it on my own
You know that its MER CER
We are the retards who see stars but also bring the bars
Bring the bars and see stars cause we are the retards at
MER CER we are

But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
Uh, uh, uh, I'm on my way up
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold

I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
Aye, aye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
Aye, aye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
I'm on my way I'm on my way up
(I'm on my way I'm on my way) ayyye
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold
But my life be a pot of gold

*Slap*
Wake yo ass up
You got rent to pay
Don't let it be your fault the family gets kicked out on the streets

*Skit*
I believe—look you have your ID you told me your name
It matches up, right?
Hold on a second
So look I'm gonna—look
*Leo humming "keep ya head up"*
Are you gonna have papers or something
No I ain't got no papers that I know of
(Even though a Niggah sell rocks
It feels good putting money in your mailbox, aye)
I ain't trying to go to jail
I know you not
I'm just trying to prove to you that I live here
So you can stop looking at me like I'm lying
NO!
(Got shit paid off)
Man come to my moms house. The police over here harassing me
Okay, off the phone
Hey you can't grab my phone like that
(I know he not--)
Hay get off me man!