Been putting in the work
You see it on my shirt
Don't need to race to win
My feet don't touch the dirt
The podium's my home
I stay they come and go
I eat filet mignon
And they just choke on crow
They ask me
They really wanna know
Was it black magic
Nah I was [Am7]born to [C7]glow
Now let me say
How I'm made
Do it differently
Just built that way
I sweat gold Out of every pore
I sweat gold The kind you're grinding for
Can't be [Am]sold Nothing you [A7could afford
I sweat gold Out of every pore
I sweat gold
And that's cold
I like [F]to [C7]show mine off
And let the fools get lost
Some people fight for [Dm7]a space
I own the parking lot
They're whispering my [A]name
Like I'm the Candyman
(But) it takes at least five stacks
To get me out of bed
They ask me
They ɾeally wanna know
Was it black magic
Nah I was [Am7]born to [C7]glow
Now let me say
How I'm made
Do it differently
Just built that way
I sweat gold Out of every pore
I sweat gold The kind you're grinding for
Can't be [Am]sold Nothing you [A7could afford
I sweat gold Out of every pore
I sweat gold
And that's cold
I break a sweat and [Bm]they break their necks
Over their head nothing but net
I sweat gold Out of every pore
I sweat gold The kind you're grinding for
Can't be [Am]sold Nothing you [A7could afford
I sweat gold Out of every pore
I sweat gold
And that's cold