Golden Child 2 Intro!

(Nah, woah-oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Woah, woah, nah)

All the young niggas give me my flowers
Look at my brother right up in his face, and told him, "The world is ours"
I used to hate when it rained, but now every day, it's a money shower

I want the love I deserve, it's fuck what you heard, I hang with the birds
Nasty lil' bitch, she get curved, now she say I'm broke, this shit is absurd
I get them racks every day, they come on the first, the second, the third
All of my niggas fight demons, they tryna defeat them niggas with the syrup

I don't give a fuck who judge me, 'cause every day I look in the mirror and say, "I love me"
"Goddamn lil' boy, you lucky, 'cause you made it out the mud, b"
"And now your pockets chubby"
You cross me once, this shit get dirty, like rugby

Had to get out of my state and go make a way
Eventually it was gon' pay off, and now every week it feels like I got seven days off
Goddamn, who thought I'd take off?
Remember them days, I was working, I couldn't take off
And now I just get to the cake like it's a bake off

I still remember the year my mama got laid off
Now I'm rich enough to get her bills paid off
Put blood, sweat, and tears for the fame, that was the trade-off
Just ask my mama, I ain't never take that one day off
Bugga told me, "Be strong, you wasn't made soft"

I'ma always love my people for the love they gave off
And if you can't shed blood, then you get drained off
You thinking you made your mark, watch you get scraped off
A lil' dust on your shoulder, that's somethin' we shake off

I just went to check on Rino, told that nigga, "Look how much we made off"
"Talking into the mic, not taking no breaks off"
"I'm still prayin' for my nigga, but you gon' be straight, dawg"



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Phillips, Romello Robinson
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