Golden Boy

Aye, aye
I don't give a fuck about the fame
The name of this game is something I don't really claim
Superficial bitches are conniving what a shame
With they shady tactics, act the baddest, fuck you and your pain
Damn, all y'all act the same
Same fucking parties, bitching bout some stupid shit, shut the fuck up barbie
Before I send yo ass packing, yeah I know what you been lacking
The knowledge of the melody you couldn't even crack it
If you had the egg to smash it
Would you have my back or stab it
Mystery is lingering that why I gotta to ask it
You the baddest of the baddest, what we had was automatic
As of late it's feeling static, matter fact it's reaping havoc
Like an atom bomb of magic, would you stop it if you had it
Or let it go and risk it for the biscuit something tragic
I'm crashing all your parties like a reaper with a target
Finish what I started like I'm Leo from departed, yeah, come on come on bitch I'm ready

I could care less about yo status
My status quo is optimal, impossible to match it
If you try it better grab it, snatch it up and better bag it
Before it gets to hot to handle, man they turned me into a savage
Yeah, they turned me into a savage
When my swagger was hot and they not
They green with envy and there's many and plenty
The want the money to claim, but they ain't got what it take
The force the mind tricks, to bind me, remind me of why did I stay
You coulda had it all, above the law, just look at you fall
You chose to crawl instead of run, and now I'm laughing at y'all
I'm just solo dolo searching for a person who's been hurting from burdens and serpents Lurking
Obscuring and not to certain
Merking these demons burning
Advertently turning curses into blessings
That's the message, I'm confessing the lesson is real
Yeah the lesson is here, just strap in, hold on
Yeah, yeah, been a hell of a year, I told you I'm ready



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Writer(s): Troy Eggeling
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