Golden Kid

Man I been grinding in the studio
I feel like the Golden Kid man (you know) I'm the Golden Kid
I just been giving you some anticipation
On this motherfucking album (here we go, here we go)
Yeah, yall thought I was sleep naw
I ain't done nigga, I don't even sleep nigga
But yo, check me out (check me out right here)
This shit right here
They call me the Golden kid (its the Golden Kid baby)
I'm always talking my shit (freeze my wrist)
This the golden sound (Its the golden sound baby)

After that shit, I'm still a golden kid
New Patek, new fit always froze my wrist
Let me talk my shit
Let me make sure that they notice this
Hit em with a golden flow, a golden sound that they can't resist
Bass bumping, we swerving drop top that's my whip
Picked her up and dropped her off, guess you call it round trip
The detour, is this part of the script
On the way to her lip, I mean on the way to rich

On the way to rich, I'm on the road to riches
Shout out to all my day one fans through this expedition
They keep me going, they really spark my ambition
No competition, when I'm running through this mission
Define my style, I'm patiently waiting for your definition
Give credit where its due, I need my recognition
Lets all have a petition, I'm feeling like the best musician
Produce my own shit, feeling like a technician
Hours in the studio, no need for intermission
You lost in my word play, then in light your intuition
Is it cause a nigga handsome, and neat
Damn she like my disposition
I got the game on lock, goddamn I got the rap game in a submission
Point me to the next division
Cause on the beat I'm a magician
Cause in about four seconds into the chorus we transition

After that shit, I'm still a golden kid
New Patek, new fit always froze my wrist
Let me talk my shit
Let me make sure that they notice this
Hit em with a golden flow, a golden sound that they can't resist
Bass bumping, we swerving drop top that's my whip
Picked her up and dropped her off, guess you call it round trip
The detour, is this part of the script
On the way to her lip, I mean on the way to rich

I spy the finish line to rich
Flow so cold Its like I pulled it out the fridge
Your so mind blown, hit you with a plot twist
Electrifying bars damn I hit you with a glitch
Pocket full of money am I money making mitch
If it doesn't fit, then I guess you must acquit
Famous words of O.J
They hate to see us win, my people need their reparation's
Let the games begin
Follow the leader, well I'm the leader
Goddamn am I preacher
You need a life coach, well I'm the teacher
Finna spark the minds, promise I'll help you shine
Just follow my demeanor, you'll feel like Derek Jeter
Self proclaim the greatest
Damn why can't you just face it
Super talented I'm blessed I embrace it
We cant debate this
Cause in about four seconds
Golden kid's gonna be on your playlist

After that shit, I'm still a golden kid
New Patek, new fit always froze my wrist
Let me talk my shit
Let me make sure that they notice this
Hit em with a golden flow, a golden sound that they can't resist
Bass bumping, we swerving drop top that's my whip
Picked her up and dropped her off, guess you call it round trip
The detour, is this part of the script
On the way to her lip, I mean on the way to rich

I'm still a golden kid baby
I'm still gone freeze my wrist baby
Ima talk my shit baby
It's the golden sound baby (its the golden sound baby)
I'll put you in a coupe baby
Round trip to the stars baby
We rich ima take you up in mars baby
On the way to rich