Golden Child
Aye Aye
HaHa
Yeah
SwervIng lane to lane black skimask
I'm clutching on my strap
Red beam on the Glick that throwaway
Is Buried In the grass
Young street Nigga found a way
Imade It out the Fucking trap
Ion even Like to talk on phones
iswear to god ithInk my shIt Is tapped
I keep This Shit one hundred
I could never dIsrespect myself
The whole clIque full of dummIes
They gone crash wIthout the safety belt
I never asked for shIt
I never took nobody's Fucking help
Your Niggas not 100
If It goes left they fInna show an tell
Remember when nights was freezing cold
Now the chain on neck Is solid gold
I was water whipping on top the stove
I buIlt a name InsIde the O
Theses bitches yeah they come an go
An niggas switch up for some hoes
But forever Ima stay solid
I sIt back an count up all dough
I'm the last of a dying breed
A dope boy makIng melodies
Don't thInk because I'm singing on these beats
That shit is sweet wIth me
I could never swItch up on my Niggas
Ima make sure that they all get to eat
And shout out to my famIly ODC
Yeah, They all bettered me
I'm about to blast off soon
An get that spot on that Cali Beach
I'm going to shit on everybody
Especially, the one's that never believed In me
Remember back In fifth grade
That was when I was serving fIends
That's same year my teachers told me I'll be dead before I Turn 18
SwervIng lane to lane black skimask
I'm clutching on my strap
Red beam on the Glick that throwaway
Is Buried In the grass
Young street Nigga found a way
Imade It out the Fucking trap
Ion even Like to talk on phones
I swear to god I think my shIt Is tapped
SwervIng lane to lane black ski mask
I'm clutching on my strap
Red beam on the Glick that throwaway
Is Buried In the grass
Young street Nigga found a way
I made It out the Fucking trap
Ion even Like to talk on phones
I swear to god I think my shit is tapped
I keep This shi one hundred
I couldn't never dIsrespect myself
I never asked for shIt
I never took nobody's Fucking help
HaHa
Yeah
SwervIng lane to lane black skimask
I'm clutching on my strap
Red beam on the Glick that throwaway
Is Buried In the grass
Young street Nigga found a way
Imade It out the Fucking trap
Ion even Like to talk on phones
iswear to god ithInk my shIt Is tapped
I keep This Shit one hundred
I could never dIsrespect myself
The whole clIque full of dummIes
They gone crash wIthout the safety belt
I never asked for shIt
I never took nobody's Fucking help
Your Niggas not 100
If It goes left they fInna show an tell
Remember when nights was freezing cold
Now the chain on neck Is solid gold
I was water whipping on top the stove
I buIlt a name InsIde the O
Theses bitches yeah they come an go
An niggas switch up for some hoes
But forever Ima stay solid
I sIt back an count up all dough
I'm the last of a dying breed
A dope boy makIng melodies
Don't thInk because I'm singing on these beats
That shit is sweet wIth me
I could never swItch up on my Niggas
Ima make sure that they all get to eat
And shout out to my famIly ODC
Yeah, They all bettered me
I'm about to blast off soon
An get that spot on that Cali Beach
I'm going to shit on everybody
Especially, the one's that never believed In me
Remember back In fifth grade
That was when I was serving fIends
That's same year my teachers told me I'll be dead before I Turn 18
SwervIng lane to lane black skimask
I'm clutching on my strap
Red beam on the Glick that throwaway
Is Buried In the grass
Young street Nigga found a way
Imade It out the Fucking trap
Ion even Like to talk on phones
I swear to god I think my shIt Is tapped
SwervIng lane to lane black ski mask
I'm clutching on my strap
Red beam on the Glick that throwaway
Is Buried In the grass
Young street Nigga found a way
I made It out the Fucking trap
Ion even Like to talk on phones
I swear to god I think my shit is tapped
I keep This shi one hundred
I couldn't never dIsrespect myself
I never asked for shIt
I never took nobody's Fucking help
Credits
Writer(s): Lincoln Jurado
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