Golden Child Lyrics

Ayy, got on cologne so the only thing stank is the pack

Why you keep giving yo opinion? No one asked for that

Ain't punching in on these verses, I'm going back to back

Hope life never gets to the point where I start smoking blacks

But I ain't mild, the shit that I'm dropping stay hot

You smoking Reggie and it got some spice, man, your heart gon' stop

Ain't throwing yerks back, gon' leave you twitching like the pop and lock

Throw me in a cell, I'll make a shank or put a lock in a sock

Ayy, we just friends, sorry bout it, but you ain't my bae

Me and bro locked in curry and clay like we in Golden State

The golden child, I'm tryna cop a crib with a golden gate

Only fuck with rap, but I'll rock out like Green Day

I see some cheese turn to a packer like in Green Bay

Green light, always on go like the freeway

High as fuck and now I got the munchies eating cheesecake

Fuck all of that back and forth shit he say, she say

Got back in court so I had to take the T-break

Stacking up a highlight reel, watch my replays

Me and my dawgs, we in this race together like a relay

And I'ma keep it P, keep it 100, fuck what he think

Aight, they voting for me, let's have a debate

The money get me all up in my feelings, I'm in love with pape

Shawn keep me spazzing on these beats, I just love the bass

Play my shit at the house party, do the kid and play

Still a kid but I ain't come in to play no games

Dawg turned to snake, I had to crop his bitch ass out the frame

I ain't fucking with the bullshit, I don't hang with lames

Leave a trail blazing right behind me just like I'm Dame

Damn, I'ma leave him crossed, AI

Had them hoop dreams back in the past, nah I can't lie

Suited up, came in this bitch to win, nah I can't tie

Ain't pouring lines up inside of my Sprite, this straight lemon lime

I was in a dark mental place where the sun ain't shine

But I can't go out that sad, better luck next time

Why they talk shit bout my songs when they can't rhyme

The day you drop one good song, the day pigs can fly

Shit, oh my fucking God

Ayy, why they talk shit bout my songs when they can't rhyme

The day you drop one good song, the day pigs can fly

Ayy, got on cologne so the only thing stinks, the pack

Why you keep giving your opinion? No one asked for that

Ain't punching in on these verses, I'm going back to back

Hope life never gets to the point where I start smoking blacks

But I ain't mild, the shit that I'm dropping stay hot

You smoking Reggie and I got some spice, man your heart gon' stop

Ain't throwing yerks back, gon' leave you twitching like the pop and lock

Throw me in a cell, I'll make a shank or put a lock in a sock