Golden Child
They say that I'm a troublemaker
But I'm a motherf**cking made n**ga
They say that I'm a troublemaker
To feed my family I chase paper
Who want to be a fish in a swamp of gators
I value my life so I keep a pistol for protection
Not to be flexing on Instagram with a Smith & Wesson
I got bigger problems
For beef I got bigger choppers
You start to get some money that come with them bigger robbers
Had my son before 21 I refuse to be a deadbeat
Walking through the mud momma feeling like my legs weak
I want to give up my angels telling me I can't
I'm built Ford tuff plus I need millions in my bank
I cried twice in the shower just thinking about my mini me
He finally learned how to say daddy crackers trying to sentence me
You don't live the life I live so who are you to judge on my life
I believe in YAHWEH so who are you to say I'm wrong or righteous
I was young I been the golden one
The pastor told me that I was the chosen one
And tell my old lady I'ma holy one
And I'm a good n**ga and I'ma be that til' I'm dead
Ain't a day that I'm living they gone go without being fed
Put my name in murder raps that ain't got nothing to do with
I'm trying to kill the same n**gas I use to go to school with
My 21st birthday I spent in jail eating goulash
Me and my fam posed to be eating grapes in Dubai
My momma she couldn't ask for a better son than me
And I carry my daddy last name nothing less than a G
I hold my own like I should
Might f**k on a n**ga b**ch 'cause I could
Candy lady said I'ma make it out the hood
I borrowed some scissors so I could cut them n**gas off
They on a run for the money that's destined to be in my vault
My granny pray for her baby she know lil' Rondo ghetto living
I done held in so much pain I want to vent for you to listen
You can ride to my music n**ga
Sit back and slide to my n**ga
Police hate me 'cause I influence n**gas
Kids that I meet they motivate me to go harder
They look up to me like I'm way bigger than Sean Carter
My circle small like a Cheerio
And I'm the neighborhood hero
For a f**k n**ga my tolerance is zero
Young n**ga all this power I be orchestrating
Insecure around they b**ch them n**gas posed to hate me
I ran it up I spent a couple on my necklace
So even when we f**k I'm gone wear this
My hitters bust your tomato for that lettuce
I been chillin' tryna fall back from all the killing
It's time for me to focus on them millions
I was penitentiary dreaming
40 got me leaning, I'm feening for cheese
A rat I'll never be
They say that I'm a troublemaker
To feed my family I chase paper
Who want to be a fish in a swamp of gators
I value my life so I keep a pistol for protection
Not to be flexing on Instagram with a Smith & Wesson
I got bigger problems
For beef I got bigger choppers
You start to get money that come with them bigger robbers
Had my son before 21 I refuse to be a deadbeat
Walking through the mud momma feeling like my legs weak
(Gang)
But I'm a motherf**cking made n**ga
They say that I'm a troublemaker
To feed my family I chase paper
Who want to be a fish in a swamp of gators
I value my life so I keep a pistol for protection
Not to be flexing on Instagram with a Smith & Wesson
I got bigger problems
For beef I got bigger choppers
You start to get some money that come with them bigger robbers
Had my son before 21 I refuse to be a deadbeat
Walking through the mud momma feeling like my legs weak
I want to give up my angels telling me I can't
I'm built Ford tuff plus I need millions in my bank
I cried twice in the shower just thinking about my mini me
He finally learned how to say daddy crackers trying to sentence me
You don't live the life I live so who are you to judge on my life
I believe in YAHWEH so who are you to say I'm wrong or righteous
I was young I been the golden one
The pastor told me that I was the chosen one
And tell my old lady I'ma holy one
And I'm a good n**ga and I'ma be that til' I'm dead
Ain't a day that I'm living they gone go without being fed
Put my name in murder raps that ain't got nothing to do with
I'm trying to kill the same n**gas I use to go to school with
My 21st birthday I spent in jail eating goulash
Me and my fam posed to be eating grapes in Dubai
My momma she couldn't ask for a better son than me
And I carry my daddy last name nothing less than a G
I hold my own like I should
Might f**k on a n**ga b**ch 'cause I could
Candy lady said I'ma make it out the hood
I borrowed some scissors so I could cut them n**gas off
They on a run for the money that's destined to be in my vault
My granny pray for her baby she know lil' Rondo ghetto living
I done held in so much pain I want to vent for you to listen
You can ride to my music n**ga
Sit back and slide to my n**ga
Police hate me 'cause I influence n**gas
Kids that I meet they motivate me to go harder
They look up to me like I'm way bigger than Sean Carter
My circle small like a Cheerio
And I'm the neighborhood hero
For a f**k n**ga my tolerance is zero
Young n**ga all this power I be orchestrating
Insecure around they b**ch them n**gas posed to hate me
I ran it up I spent a couple on my necklace
So even when we f**k I'm gone wear this
My hitters bust your tomato for that lettuce
I been chillin' tryna fall back from all the killing
It's time for me to focus on them millions
I was penitentiary dreaming
40 got me leaning, I'm feening for cheese
A rat I'll never be
They say that I'm a troublemaker
To feed my family I chase paper
Who want to be a fish in a swamp of gators
I value my life so I keep a pistol for protection
Not to be flexing on Instagram with a Smith & Wesson
I got bigger problems
For beef I got bigger choppers
You start to get money that come with them bigger robbers
Had my son before 21 I refuse to be a deadbeat
Walking through the mud momma feeling like my legs weak
(Gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Alvarez Cosby, Jalen Farley, Samuel Harris, Sherwin Davis
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