The Golden Child
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Yo as I walk through the valley of the shadows of death They see this fire in my eyes so they showing respect I’m a beast but nah they didn’t believe me These rappers a waste of air, they can’t survive under pressure, so I left em barely breathing I’m tryna get to the chicken raw like it’s barely seasoned Let me get a deal and I promise I’ll be the best in business They think I’m hot now? Wait and see... dawg I’m barely heated Kill the beat, make sure everyone in the room is bearing witness And I don’t do forgiveness, I’m very careful Cuz I know once money get involved a lot of friends can turn to leeches They tryna get the fruits of my labor like sharecroppers They don’t get the picture I’m sending, let me Airdrop em I'm hoping that you understand I’m spitting ether Violating niggas and getting slapped with a misdemeanor The shits get meaner, spitting like I’m toting the Nina Leave a bloody scene in this studio, we gon need the cleaners I ain’t no gangsta I’m a hard rapper But if you keep asking for smoke I’ll f*ck around and give you lung cancer Oh you musta thought this sweet? Well wrong answer! Hit him in his nose, his head will make his body fall backwards I paint a picture so vivid, that they could frame my rhymes up Come catch the fade,I’m the barber, you’ll get the perfect line up Niggas crossed me, I moved quick I didn't wait on Karma Now he wanna say I did him wrong, this nigga lying ya honor And that’s a verse for you niggas The rap coroner dawg I might just bring a hearse for you niggas Premeditated when I’m writing I’m a purposeful killer Raise expectations like a son... like I’m nursing you niggas Whoa... I can’t slow down I’m in my own lane Logical creative I work with both brains Collateral damage done if I let it bang Hit you and ya Patna next to you I got terrible aim When I use gun bars it’s usually metaphores Stick to the mumble rap that’s just what’s better for him They couldn’t touch my talent if it hit em We all sinners but for these wack rappers There’s a special hell for em I talk mad shit cuz I ain’t average You can’t take flight with too much baggage Said you was the king dawg what happened? Parading with the crown until they snatched it I want an all black fantom call it the Holy Ghost Nightmares of dying broke somebody hold me close The hustler say it’s a million ways to get this shit He even moving mass on Sunday mornings like a catholic But he still the type that thinks that there’s a heaven Before he walk out the church he gotta dap the reverend He asked me “God got love for a thug like me?” If you grew up how I grew up you’d sell drugs like me He said “I grew up dead broke I needed proceeds nigga “Lost some homies to the streets that’s why I pour this liquor So many girls was having babies, they was growing seeds nigga Ain’t no peace so I gotta keep that chrome piece nigga” It's known that it’s money rules the nation Hard to move clean when it pays to be dangerous Looking at the top you gotta start off in the basement You tryna make it out you gotta start off with some patience Words cut deep like lacerations I’m staying on point like exclamation Gotta make the best of this journey in life Ain’t no taking more trips death is the final destination
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