GOLDEN SON

Mum calls me the Golden Son
So no weapon formed against I, shall prosper like Icarus
And maybe thats the reason why they're sick of us
But we don't bare no grudges, cause we clued up on Leviticus
(We love thy neighbour!)
And in return the blessings are ridiculous
Meticulous, the way that I pictured us
Top of the mountain where nobody can sit with us
(They can't sit with us)
But nobody predicted this
Ley and Moet, we will never rest
Not at least until we reach Everest
And all of Mummys prayers affi manifest
I'm feeling like the catalyst
So I break the wall that my back against
Cause I'm way too spirited
For me to be limited
And I'm way too blessed
For me to stay stressed
Im looking at my goals like 'whats next?'
(Why?)
Cause I'm still far from my best
(My best)

I'm feeling the Golden Son
I'm feeling like the chosen one
I'm feeling like every time I shoot my shot
I'm about to hit a three-pointer or a hole in one
I remember when I couldn't go a day without rolling one
Now I'm high off life when I'm rolling out
'Cause the blessings been rolling in
And I cant even hold it in

Mummy how you holding up?
I know you've tried to hold it down
And this is why you hold the crown
Hereditary. You passed it down
So I can't stop working
Even if I'm feeling like a burden
Even if my words only touch one person
Even if that light i'm omitting is hurting
I will never rest, thats for certain
Ima let Moet get a verse in

Even if you don't pick me, see I'm chosen
By a higher power. Golden
Prized possession to my Mama
Accuracy on point. Sharp-shooter starboy
When I speak the heavens open
Even if you don't pick me (Showers of blessings)
See I'm chosen by a higher power
Golden (Come down, come down!)
Prized possession to my Mama
Accuracy on point. Sharp-shooter starboy
When I speak the heavens open (Soaking)

I'm feeling the Golden Son
I'm feeling like the chosen one
I'm feeling like everytime I shoot my shot
I'm about to hit a three-pointer or a hole in one
(Swish, swish, swish, swish yeah!)
I remember when I couldnt go a day without rolling one
Now I'm high off life when Im rolling out
Cause the blessings been rolling in
And I cant even hold it in
(I can't even)
Now let the sax go

Poetic Divinity
Me, Myself and I? Holy trinity
Aw, stop it. I'm charmed. Summoning the power of three
Finally some harmony!
Well I hear they wanna shut us up
But the truth is, they can't do no harm to me
It's hard to see
How I'm supposed to treat you all impartially
I'm like Moses when he parts the sea
Magic in a long stick but not to poke through my arteries
Michael Schofield. Ink became a part of me
Sentencing you to listen
If I go to pen like I'm guilty of larceny
But luckily
Got pre-rolls in my dungarees
I light them up and hum to beats
Count the blessings. Six above instead of six underneath
So comparing ninety-nine wins to one defeat
Is dumb to me
Just know if I succeed, I'm hungry
(If I suck seed, Im hungry)
At the top of the mountain sitting comfortably

I'm feeling the Golden Son
I'm feeling like the chosen one
I'm feeling like every time I shoot my shot
I'm about to hit a three-pointer or a hole in one
I remember when I couldn't go a day without rolling one
Now I'm high off life when I'm rolling out
'Cause the blessings been rolling in
And I can't even hold it in
(I'm feeling like the Golden Son
I light it up and hum to beats like
"Da, da, da, da, da da")