Golden Child

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