Golden Child

All I know is yayo
R.I.P. Snootie Wild, I'm the golden child
My heart done got so cold cause I had to
Wait for my turn out of bounds
You're not my teammate like Jordan Poole
Call me Draymond, I'll hit you in the mouth
Come on and join my squad in the A
We the best in the whole town
We can show you how to stack it and flip it (flip)
Like Young Thug, I'm runnin' up digits
I get to the money
I shine in the light even if it ain't sunny
If you wanna turkey bag then you got to work for it
Put me in the hall of fame like Michael Jordan
I think they need this song on 2K
Come here lil baby I thought I heard you say
(Hey!)

Nevermind, I don't know you lil bitch
She's trying to set me up, grab the switch
Push off the hoe, I don't wanna kiss
She only wanted me cause my fit was fly
I'm trying to get high till I can't feel nothing like Carti
I'm lit off the Espolòn not Bacardi
Bring the city out to my house party
Just jumped off the top rope like Jeff Hardy
Damn, I hurt my back
From carrying all these DJs across the finish line
Where my credit at?
I kept it original, that is facts
Like a OG strain no runts, inside my blunt
It's fourth and ten, I think he gone punt
He ain't scored bout in a month
I touch a hundred every day of the week
I spend my spare time producing beats
Take a trip to Green Bay, I'm getting cheese
Ran a mile on the track, look at my feet
We only take W's, not defeats
It's gone be a hot summer when you're with me
Hope you're ready for it
Set a pick and roll for me, you know Imma score it
And I waited a long time to be in this spot
I'm too busy making plays
I'm not worried bout a thot
I'm cooking these hits in a silver pot
Got my eyebrow raised, you can call me Dwayne the Rock
Used to be a trap star, then I went pop
Let me tell you how I got what I got

All I know is yayo
R.I.P. Snootie Wild, I'm the golden child
My heart done got so cold cause I had to
Wait for my turn out of bounds
You're not my teammate like Jordan Poole
Call me Draymond, I'll hit you in the mouth
Come on and join my squad in the A
We the best in the whole town
We can show you how to stack it and flip it (flip)
Like Young Thug, I'm runnin' up digits
I get to the money
I shine in the light even if it ain't sunny
If you wanna turkey bag then you got to work for it
Put me in the hall of fame like Michael Jordan
I think they need this song on 2K
Come here lil baby I thought I heard you say
(Hey!)

(Hey, stop!)
(Get off, get off Calvin!)
(Do not hurt Calvin!)
(What are you doing? Are you okay?)
(Look)
(Do not hurt him, do you know how valuable he is to me)
(It's his sneakers, that's how he can play so well)



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Russell
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